
Originally Posted by
evereade
A verse i wrote but couldnt come up with a hook or second verse
You want to go to war 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 begins leakin from within
Pourin the ink upon the paper i savor the moment
Cause i know for an instance everythings real
Aint gotta deal with none of you lames
They say that im sick in the brain probally why im so ill with the game
Focus all out of control somebody tell me what it is I see
Dummies think im ignorant like i cannot see the people pullin strings
But i cannot ignore the fact 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 emmulate my style