Listen, your whole life is aesthetic, there i said it
Sugar bread it to all you diabetics
This a one way street so where you headed
Pathetic to be acting hard, i just roll the end credits
And expose all your pretend ethics
Call it whatever, this is an open threat
Leave a sticky note on ya head for god to know your dead
Ya lifes written in stone, so dont lie, i know what ya said
For the rest, i got nothing left and no more interest
You a b1tch, got kissed and turned to a princess
Must be intense to get burned till I smell the incense
So am I making sense, or you just making cents
And not making sense
They all like, word i'm nice, cause thats EternaLife
*quick spit, looking for feedback*
Last edited by EternaLife; 02-06-2011 at 10:17 PM.