this is not the end of me I'm in the lab mixing up that chemistry oh its heavenly potions for the enemy's got that special energy that's infinite non stop using it fucking with your girl call that some love chemistry chemicals a special individual these days every person is faker then the next one magic and tragically it's the truth sounds of of the youth I don't have too prove anything to anyone as long as I know I'm the realest illest that was born from molecule with some sycenide and a little bit of gun powder and boom random chemicals made me a slum chemist it made me a menace now that's chemistry but the formula will stay a mystery . theres no way to copy me the ways of an entity transformed into a underground space that's called the subways chemistry the science of dpm that's me. moving differently a non human being.