expired
• Written by sick24
bad meets evil what a sequal
but really i live this like a it a prequal
to my life embedded every tyme
i try to survive wit bars i strive
even i get to the gripe
i still feel like wide minded
weather or not to follow the devils advice
an combine his frustration wit my rhymes
just makes my rhymes divide
from other peoples cos mine
make people get spent wit so much detail
uncontrollable the devils got my soul
so yeah im a soluble an an element
on the perioric table
so tough youd never go against me if ud known
what i possess i dont walk around wit a box
as my possesion the bars are like a keep sake
like my jesus pendant
to my eminem triangle i bought my self a present
bad meets evil na bad meets undeafetable
cos im not fearful more like for instant
bout to ignite u peasants wheres the petrol
i already am the fire u come up to me
ud be expired ya sell by date woulda of run out
cos im 666 the devils son like big l
rest in piece to all who fell
but me imma burn in hell wit the devil
im mental phscotic an disastrous
when i rip so pay homage to me when i spit
cos im like the devils advocate
dat who i rep everytyme im up in dis bitch
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sick24
Member since September 5 2013