I'm unique when it comes to technique
use my words to speak with a certain critique
fragile when you handle me im antique
lately it seems i switch flows every week
syllables and rhymes need 2 be in sync
for you 2 see what i see just to understand this thing
be aware of my instinct coz of sick thoughts I think
quick glance eye blink then I advance to plot ink
come to war with my pen ill devour your paper
an hour later 10 mcs dead fuck hater im a player
play the game the ways it suppose to be played
devil sent me from hell with a couple of grenades
pull the pin stepped back blew away your entire parade
sick minded demented i hope u attract aids
one of a kind im handmade
this aint real its simulation arcade
i aint soft.. no bitch cuts.. get band aids
grab a jar of salt and a bottle of peroxide
no carbon dioxide contemplating suicide
for now ill sit back and feel my blood bubble from inside