Yeah, don't care much if that didn't rhyme... acidic lines expose the inner walls frozen inside the frigid mind...

OK I'm back... off of work.....
Felt like I'd put my pennies in....
stare at the mirror there with a friendly grin...
That guy I use to know of? I put an end to him....
adrenaline swinging back forth inside of me like a pendulum...
Yeah, don't care much if that didn't rhyme...
acidic lines expose the inner walls frozen inside the frigid mind...
Take a step a closer, and look behind.
Took time. Fuck fish, if you wanna come get this hook? fine.
Nobody's stopping you. Certainly not me.
If there was a top 4 that you had, I'm at least in the top 3.
And that's only because they can not see...
The genius, the mediocrity that seems to oppose everyone of my obstacles.
How can I sit idly by, dividing my kind of rhyming, aside..
from everything I've witnessed, I'm biding my time.
I'm coal mining, finding diamonds inside of my rhyme... pad...
I'm bad to the bone...I looked at him n' said, "define: bad"..
Because you're not mad like I'm mad. I'm fucking INSANE..
Pictures of Sharon Tate being stabbed by Manson up in my brain...
n' I'm reluctant to change... indestructible range...
Something that's strange... pure idealism for coming...
n' fucking busting your brains out of your cranium. You angry, son?
Well, I'm Titanium..... MIDI mind Alien.
Transporting thoughts among the millennium falcon...
Truly insulting, lyrical spits here mimic a cauldron...
Moving on property like monopoly, your ministries faulting...
This industry's a cult that recruits you idiots often...
So congrats -- you made your first dance hit....
Dick longer than Big's verse on that "One More Chance" shit..
Yeah, I don't fit the mold - I'm rather against it..
a 60 minute drop, that'd make Dan Rather contentious
My manner's rather impressive, gathering weapons at the site of war...
No holds barred, kind of form. "Why are you fighting for"?
I'm not like the norm..... I hate the media.
Superstar's are greedy fucks n' all we do is eat it up.

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LOL @ the dust around from the mushroom cloud crushing, wow! Fucking clown! Yeah, how does it feel to be under ground? (Huh?) Literally. You can't get rid of me. Every bit of D- N-A is like a relay of keys placed, for you to Freebase... on A destructive nature of touching paper. A victim of habit. Up in your head, cause he lives in the attic like Roger from American Dad, scribbling at is.. notebook.. with Rachel McAdams face on the cover... he's physically had it. Needs Zoloft to doze off. So his father keeps... given em' tablets.. He sits in the blackness, drawing pictures of catfish. Why? Cause he's miserable, and considerably tragic. If you look at him, his innards are like a miniature of sinister lashes. So give me this ratchet, bitch. A prick, more than a Cactus is. I crack your ribs on the McDonald's Arches, so I can watch it split at several different axises. I don't know what I'd do without this rapping shit, I'd probably h...

Give you parrots the cold... shoulder, wanna copy my talent? The trapeze artist so skillfully concocting the balance... I mean it's awkward, at how the kids come at me when they thought they can challenge... A beast who slaughters so regularly, a crew mops up his palace...

Time to yell, rhymes expel the kind of heat... That Satan couldn't handle in the furnace room, while he tried to sleep... I mean, venomous rage when this pen's engaged... penetration... his head's aching from all the fucked up medication... They'd never face em... why the fuck would they? Battle in hell... a pressure gauge of talent that's shattering wells... From a different planet, n' I must say that Saturn's swell.. I've had it, the smell ...of defeat in the cavern dwells.. I got an ego that needs to be popped, repeatedly... rock... your drive, I'm never parked, so why the fuck would I be in a lot? His stream of talent? well, it seems like a-lot... A genius, thought to be the next incarnation of Einstein with every line rhymed... It's my time, don't get clocked out... Fucking naked... baring my soul, it's apparent, I swallow arrogance whole... Give you parrots the cold... shoulder, wanna copy my talent? The trapeze ...

Tell Ebenezer Scrooge, if he seen these jewels? He'd faint, to the floor. I'm not quaint, see the face of your lord. Still writing pages on forums, n' gracing this board. Watch the impact break through the floor And completely shatter your foundations support.

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