the anonomous yapping in my ears
making me just wanna feed on her soul take her life
i'm so sick of the torment
yapping and crying whining and dining
show me the sign of death
and i show you the size of my heart
give me liberty or give me hell
i speak of evil fire and wealth
words are twisted wrapped in threads
needles pierce her heart and she is dead
the deed is done
and i return to the darkness which i bestow
writin in rhymes
writin in hard times
i'm death defying and causing a panic
no damian no kat find someone else to feed your bullshit too

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