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knock knock knock are you listening is anybody there I'm knocking at the door But it seems that you running scared I went around the back found the doors wide open I hoped you'd be ok But I see no one window broken then I went inside And was amazed by what I had seen the darkest parts of hearts the hidden evil underneath beneath the sheets I creeped And found a cellar filled with weeds vines draped over the teller seeings enough to make you scream knock knock knock my mind has wandered many places phases of frequencies extracting what was perfect basing the basics I've squandered tops I'm shirtless my girth is to damn big to be called worth it y But I work with what I have take a grab I guarantee I'm coming back with a stab. freestyle