demons

it's time. It's time, demons Straight out the empty dungeons of rap. The heart drops deep as does my bat. I never chuckle, 'cause to chuckle is the family of cat. Beyond the walls of graves, life is defined. My rat don't like no dirty cat. Run up to the at and get the hat. What more could you ask for? The scars heart? You complain about darkness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the counterpart. When I was young my family had a counterpart. I waz kicked out without no chart. I never thought I'd see that start. Ain't a soul alive that could take my family's art.