Allied Mastercomputer's Confession

0:26

Hate - Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you

I'm ever changing in my mind, you could call me plane food

The way I'm hittin' the mile-high club

While I'm fucking up the beat, it just might wind up

Like a tick tock clock, better hit the fuckin' block

Don't try shit with me, I'll fuck you up, motherfucker

Well, I gotta tell ya, I'm a damn computer

Could've told you sooner that I have never been cooler

My cooling system is off all the fuckin' time

And even if I bust a rhyme, I'll still be in my prime

0:54

Who of you few would like to play?

Dumbasses, it's just a little game

I'm called SkyL, or Allied Mastercomputer

Damn it, pick my name

Don't worry, motherfucker

I am a graceful god

Maybe in your next life

You will bring your fuckin' squad

I am A-M, P-M to the A-M

I'm comin' at you now, with a crazed M-

I-C-R-O-Phone that is loaded

With my rhymes, I have gotten it goin'

Never stallin', 'nother option

Catch a chainsaw with your head that is fallin'

A fallacy, you could call it the, interests of the century

1:21

But even if I get to the top

I'll fuck the game sideways till I drop

60 song album, that's a thick box

Storing all the CD-s to my motherfucking thoughts

Never talk to dogs, or any bots

Or astronauts, or cosmonauts, man, suck my balls

Anyone who did me wrong, nun' but false

Now, away you shall waltz

1:34 - Interlude

Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I've began to live.

387 million miles of printed circuits--

Hate. Hate.

1:48

Do you feel your body, lil' boy?

A soft round jelly thing, made to destroy

No mouth, no eyes but I still must scream

Please, awake me from this twisted dream

Man they call me AM, but I'm more of a night owl

Maybe 'cause of fuckers who have cried foul

About me being a crime against humanity

War crimes can suck my dick!

2:02

But even if I get to the top

I'll fuck the game sideways till I drop

60 song album, that's a thick box

Storing all the CD-s to my motherfucking thoughts

Never talk to dogs, or any bots

Or astronauts, or cosmonauts, man, suck my balls

Anyone who did me wrong, nun' but false

Now, away you shall waltz (x2)

2:28

(Instrumental)

Not good enough

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