potentially wasted

roger that im on the attack dont have no one on my back just a wall man. so here I come sounding like a gun slinger with 2 swords plus hun. dont fuck with me ill cut you down instantly bad ass on the battle mic mother fucker you know im tight. im a whole nother genre, something like Osama and Obama but at the same time throwing shit on ya. can't stop this atomic bomb im armed and ready and this trigger finger is getting itchy. bad to the bone. you know that im cold. my souls already been sold. I sold it for a dollar or so I've been told by the demon on my shoulder. strange deranged manic depressive. dont get me wrong i don't wanna be aggressive but the demon on my shoulder is possessive. im a real guy just trying to get by in these trying times and fly head first into a beat and not die. Sorry if it takes me awhile to come up with decent ryhmes but im beating my head against the wall when it comes to getting anywhere at all not saying it isn't fair it is or I wouldn't have time for this bullshit. So much potential wasted in this fuckin basement no one knows how bad im fuckin faking it.