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No oplogies Blow me or eat my nut cheese Plowing through mc’s Wit every cd Made by me Maybe I’m cra zy Days be spent killing Nights pen ink be filling Pages Writing wit rage That douse not fade Writers block locks the thoughts Caught in my head away Keep it a bay and say I lost Talent I’m just coming back better Badder than ever more clever sharp like a cleaver and Sever your front alobe feed it to my freinds Hannible the cannable he opens there chest like a luchble pealing it back like a can cover that you pull Opening you up like a Christmas gift Jesus crist yelling JEsus god why did you make this man Making him this way was your plan damb your Insain father Hey look another lusafer falling Good morning morning star