Cant think of a good way to end this
You wanna go to war, well better be sure that your ready
Cause ready or not here I am choppin you lames like confetti.
Machete sittin chillin in my hand blood begginin leakin from my pen.
Pourin the ink upon the paper i savor the moment because i know for an instance that everythings real,
Aint gotta deal with none you lames, they say that im sick in the brain
Probally why im so ill with the game.
Focus all outta control somebody tell me what it is i see.
Dummies think im ignorant like i dont see the people pulling strings.
But i cannot ignore the facts, so i pull a couple ropes of my own.
Have the puppet slap em back without my actions ever being known.
i just sit back and laugh, who's the ventriliquist now said i was ill with the game you need to emulate my style.
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