I.N.V.A.L.I.D.A.T.I.O.N

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What is your reason for being here?...what or who were you before this...Earth was made? "We ask... questions everyday", seeing something you don't understand causes "FEAR" and fear pumps blood to your heart faster therefore...fear takes over it causes your body to "FREAK" into a heart attack right?
What you do... doesn't only have an impact on society, it has an impact on you, but that's an individual contraception what else not really who else... but what else looks at you... spiritually,mentally...and just....wants to fuckin demolish your being..not skin...not racism but...spiritualism...we all want to make a difference here today...but what does that difference want to make of you?...outside of your population your home...your...world
Everyday I seek vengeance for the motherfuckers who rape,murder,become satanic, I wish you faggots were all crushed and smashed down like the Titanic I wanna grip society by the throats and chew it's fuckin face off like the bathsalts running these streets, dammit! I can't think no more you hate on a Trump for a good reason? A manwhore?? I find better reasons to attack an innocent individual who are just like you, tackle you, fight you, harm you do nothing but bite you I'm crazy in my fuckin brain stem I gotta mask drilled to my face man yes darling I like you
I pick up a bitch off of a curb place her teeth to the yellow line and stomp its absurd, American History X to me is all one word I grab your baby like a bird twist the head off toss it into the dirt, raw lyrics motherfuckers what you had delivered, I deliberately deliver the dinner to the sinners my teeth to your fucking gizzards goat fuckers who's next to take a board to the center of the table for the center of attention ha, attention... ATTENTION?? Like that yellow sign you read for the last time before I whip out the Smith and Wesson bite the barrel bitch an angel gave you a blessing yeah...I am able to teach God's lesson follow along but my path is a little messy
Satan himself the fucker can't test me I'm crazy, my body don't function right I got a flashlight and turn ​it off at night, God is my only kind of sight because the way I write I will take a bite out of Satan's head chew it up and spit it on the mike, scary clown just jumped out of the box and is roaming town Maniacle cannot be stopped this house full of rot will tumble down with the rocks leading to the pits of hell where I make you faggots walk, jump off the ledge son you talk about it a lot ha, your all shaking reading this but it's no different than a Disney books plot I will take your arm snap it the fuck off your mother pleading for help same thing, told her to fuck off
Now, the I.N.V.A.L.I.D.A.T.I.O.N that im now demonstrating, shit will leave you levitating on your way to the seven graves, this second blade stuck to your fingers keeps me hesitating to try not to remember daily....of the shit I done in my lifetime but so be it for my frustrating pulsating veins just already bleeding, yeah motherfuckers God's been waiting Revelation is coming soon the Earth will crack and when life pleads again you look up to the blood moon...all life now gone fuckin hostile the women the men the children pretend, that this is an unrealistic dream itself, the books fly off the shelves, your skin naturally melts itself prepare for the trumpets and sounding bells... Revelations just began war on Earth Heaven vs. Hell
Diss me on a track you get your back cracked like you are the swamp rat of mass gas attacks, Holocaust was a struggle? Wait until Maniacle's black mask is flashed and I'm not no superhero but I can rap as fast (FUCK) I'm a danger zone prick I will make you a child you are and force to sit on a cactus bitch I blow the rappers off the atlas with a gat that's strapped on my Cadillac ready to remove your skin on your mother fuckin teeth, removing plaque! I am the dentist of rap the mister sinister that did the twisted shit and fucked the twin sisters with a double clip in one hand and a pair of scissors SHIT! I'm a twisted poet with a gift to write with, the silent type at the club everyone knows not to fuck with, the championship boxer who hits without the glove mitt, bare hand knuckles I bloody this tunnel up to where my opponents drown in the puddle
Puddle of Mudd, a sad group but I take my emotions and turn it into something fucked up to use when I come back at you so don't talk trash to, a maniacle dude who knows you through the screen while you spit your flow through and show food spitting shit all over the place so while you taste my pain I taste your tofu..I will saw your toes off and show them to you now that's full proof that I guarantee fuck your feelings that you dumped on this bitch in the tote room, lyrics so cold this rapper needs a coat with this fire too because he just keeps spitting sick shit all around you making you so burnt the fireplace​ got soaked shoes...for walking in my river you fuckers must have smelled roasted dudes...form a line like this joking group I jump you with your karaoke tune getting your ass gripped and sticked like ponocio was all so new Maniacle is the selling product these ghettos choose because in the freestyles I do I make these motherfuckers get higher than you...INVALIDATION man this is the life I choose.

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