deep in it...

walkin through the park after dark... thoughts flash past as they start to dart... and i start to wonder, what the fuck spell numba.... ema fuckin unda.. devil said.. same shit.. nuthin diff-rent from the life before.. that i be livin.. have a good look.... intha mirror... see a little clearer.. as it comes a little nearer...but never to fear ya own fukin look.. dont be a sook.. n write a fuckin book.. like a millionaire on his high chair. shit scared... with his arm hairs.. as they stand in the air.. and in despair.. right there.. but he wasnt there... not a care. this the crit flair drip..lyrics rippin it.. killin it.. as i spit spat all of that.. as a hatric.. u be gob smaked with ya wet mattress.. coz u took.a test... took ur best shot at me...now u see...just how easily i left u bleeding... so i looked in the mirror... but its not very clear eh... how many years .. bin.. like thut.. stuck.. in fukin.. deep rut. arms strapped.. behind me back. found a shank.. in the dirts surface, cut rope from the ankles. that be actin as shackles...now ready to battle...hear my whip crackle...cut quick through the space time rift as it rattle its fabric, stretch the elastic.. and let in through this rip.. made from my whip.. like the fukin matrix.. i cut sick.. knock.down ya wall made a brix as if it wasnt made of anythin at all, n that is what we call stiff shit, tough tit, suck a dick. oz slang linguisticz lyricz. better fear it on foot n still stuck well.. straight jacket on as well.. wasnt gunna tell...what the hell.. i might as well... release the spell... and from being with-held.. the beast be expelled from another world. as it twists.. an it twirls.. n swirls.. spiraling vortexs out from the other world through the devils elbow, now all you fellas will.know just how hard i must exceed to succeed by the end of this week before i know how deep...