Build up
• Written by Anonymous
I'm sick, so sick i taste it,
can't place a taste so faint,
I taste a hint of hate, wait...
Braced waiting for the laced eight i ate
to form funny shapes that array in a way
to display a dictionary game, ohh lets play.
Did i just witness you back further away?
Don't be scare come play with may today,
i won't bite hayhay, don't be scared baybay.
Pay you say? Fuck way am i paying this laday,
fuck may if your on your way down my allay,
snuff thy who be on my fate, best prey an essay.
When the fuck did i become Jamaican? I like de bacican.
Lately i've been phasing, gazing into a field of sheep grazing,
misplaced and tucked away in the basement writing away chasing
a raving craving for lyrics, rickets hits physics to new level of gimmicks.
Witness a clinical treated materiel, clinically treated with highly flammable liquids,
be lit and lifted when a rebellion of the convicted rise in heaven passed the devil headmen.
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