like a ghost
i strike like white lightning bolts ,my hearts so icey cold , it froze ,look i just didnt know how to survive inside my mind its hard to just find its pulse , trying hard to find the style i like the most in this fucked up life i chose , i roam alone pale white just like a ghost ,lifelines are fried and dry like stale toast, search far and wide wondering why i cant provide results, raps pultadize , tied to the cross deprived of hope , as i put a bullet inside this rifle put my eye up to the scope , target on site alqaidas most about to approach ,fire the shot fifty cal , headshot ,lights out say goodbye to the ghost ,suppose to feel alive but i dont , so i get fried sniff lines of coke , feels on fire inside my nose youd think i tried to over dose, murder on my mind find my enimy get up nice in close , feeling like the demons inside surive off pride and hope that i die before i arrived at home , sometimes i wish i was cloned ,lifes full of such yuck fucked up times and its gross ,feel the smoke taste inside my throat , i was told i was at an all time low but can rise at any mow like the price of gold , im behind these tints seat laid back and im riding low , bout to kick off, emty this clip drop these mother fuckers one at a time like dominoes ,hostel flow,constant moans along this nonstop road , gotta let another hostage go ,death awaits me i never come so close , blood splatters ,like mike tyson just punched his busted nose , never gave two fucks ,its survival its touch and go im down to rumble if anyone wants the smoke , ,im under educated inspiration comes from bein disfunctional , victim unresponsive stilll, being tuff just wasnt enough to prove , i keep it poppin if its me you want then watch out dont get to comfortable suggest you shut the door dont forget to lock it too heavy weight hard to walk away like a box of tools , duck when i bustin slugs at you , fuck your mupper crew , and fuck you to ,,
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i strike like white lightning bolts ,my hearts so icey cold , it froze ,look i just didnt know how to survive inside my mind its hard to just find its pulse , trying hard to find the style i like the most in this fucked up life i chose , i roam alone pale white just like a ghost ,lifelines are fried and dry like stale toast, search far and wide wondering why i cant provide results, raps pultadize , tied to the cross deprived of hope , as i put a bullet inside this rifle put my eye up to the scope , target on site alqaidas most about to approach ,fire the shot fifty cal , headshot ,lights out say goodbye to the ghost ,suppose to feel alive but i dont , so i get fried sniff lines of coke , feels on fire inside my nose youd think i tried to over dose, murder on my mind find my enimy get up nice in close , feeling like the demons inside surive off pride and hope that i die before i arrived at home , sometimes i wish i was cloned ,lifes full of such yuck fucked up times and its gross ,feel the smoke taste inside my throat , i was told i was at an all time low but can rise at any mow like the price of gold , im behind these tints seat laid back and im riding low , bout to kick off, emty this clip drop these mother fuckers one at a time like dominoes ,hostel flow,constant moans along this nonstop road , gotta let another hostage go ,death awaits me i never come so close , blood splatters ,like mike tyson just punched his busted nose , never gave two fucks ,its survival its touch and go im down to rumble if anyone wants the smoke , ,im under educated inspiration comes from bein disfunctional , victim unresponsive stilll, being tuff just wasnt enough to prove , i keep it poppin if its me you want then watch out dont get to comfortable suggest you shut the door dont forget to lock it too heavy weight hard to walk away like a box of tools , duck when i bustin slugs at you , fuck your mupper crew , and fuck you to ,,
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