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A Bombination - Quickie Verse Draft Unreleased Lyrics

put on my glasses
jot like im mathers
every day movin farther from average
slaying fatherless bastards
no need to sponser the madness
jus lookin for credit
just looking for something other then bein overlooked
if it aint dead then I'll dead it
i just need to something to help my pain get expressed in
ina positive way I've right by the edge
and its harder to look away
when i think it could answer my questions
to dive off it head first maybe that'll teach em a lesson
maybe they could see i was some special
not just regular not jus some other person jottin these lines
skins itchin like eczema need to crawl out it
im fishing for ideas minds feelin clouded
each breath feelin closer to death
lately im hopin im next go to the psychic she said im destined for death before she even opened the deck
around then is when i knew it was off with they head
i spit for the kneck
i aint takin for words from a peasant
fuck all your disrespect


str8 off the top with it
chip off the block with it
better shut your mouth 'fore i see if my glock fit it