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He spits lyrical anomalies that got to be making ya bodily,
Functions cease and desist, death angel won the lottery,
He follows me, carving the flesh, reaping a harvest
Of souls took by the hardest spitter, crazier than a Nam vet,
Till the clock stops and father time can wind his grind down,
Amassing in the blackness till attackers call his crimes out,
Come find out how unstable you wanna label him,
The table sits on pivots for turning the situation grim,
Placement for his pity is in oblivion's basement,
Non existent as cities where murder ain't commonplace shit,
An everyday trip down memory lane's strip,
Where poverty is rampant and pain is in every face glimpsed,
Full circle statement, reason to sleep in snake pits,
He's vacant in the places where mercy has been erased quick,
Lay limp as the limit's met, victim of death,
Agent fated and slated to make and take a forsaken breath,
Nevertheless, dangerous anger is tailored to suit him well,
One boot in his hell, the other bruising his spent shells,
Glued to half of a realm, part of him blasting himself,
Laughing he fell, snapping, rabid as he crashed in the swell.