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as i sit on the floor

thinking in my mind about what to write

when I pull out my pocket pad and pen

i write rhymes faster than flash dashing toward the end times

open up my mind and bust rhymes

straight out of my mind I think of what to write

then a lightbulb turns on in my head

as my back reclines sitting in darkness in my room

my body feeling restless but my mind going relentless

so that's why my spit is profuse like a pissed of cobra

I spit venom trying to hem em with these raps

sow the needle with the thread like a brand new face

chain saw massacre your ass it's a horror scene

know what i mean i'm real mean something out of Hollywood that

you never seen this aint a film this aint a dream

this my rap straight from the dome straight from my home

i'm lighting up your brain till you see how insane this is

my raps sick as they come straight dumb but thats it

i'm my own critic my minds judgement in this paper

on my laptop they say my raps hot