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I'm the all-seen, high being creature of the North Star Dark force, family Warsaw with war scars Extraterrestrial, a short beast War chief, now that I am home I'm causing more grief Cannibal, I catch my prey and have a warm feast From grotesque to obese, but then fucking cold freaks in gold sheets I'm the fucking man, that's a state of mind Get it then I spend it 'til I'm broke, the only way to grind Can't help it, I'm self-destructive When I rip myself apart that's when I'm self-productive It's fucked up when I say I fucked up again Falling on my face and I get back up again Guess I'm addicted to the suffering Pop six Bufferin and get back to hustling I'm a beast, not a man. Sinister with love I'm wise as a serpent but innocent as doves Lyrically unloading, thoughts so hot they're exploding Style so old it's corroding Write like Capote high on peyote Eyes popping out like I'm Wile E. Coyote Not one iota, a one guy older, a one guy younger has the hunger that I'm holding In my city on my side of the country, I am the greatest That's it, point blank, flat out, no debating I'm in the mood to work, not in the mood to play SongtexteI'm never putting off tomorrow what I can do today And I ain't following no rules so there's no rules to break I've got moves to make and all these fools are fake, aye Lucifer's a liar setting fires all the time Misguided angel, I'm inspiring your mind The weekend it is here. The kids are doing drugs In the clubs having fun while I'm busy spewing blood I'd love to stick my cock into the mouths of all these girls But I'm busy working on my plan of conquering the world And I don't give a fuck about these dwarfs, they got short vision My focus razor sharp, now the mountain lord's risen Lyrically unloading, thoughts so hot they're exploding Style so old it's corroding Write like Capote high on peyote Eyes popping out like I'm Wile E. Coyote Not one iota, a one guy older, a one guy younger has the hunger that I'm holding In my city on my side of the country, I am the greatest That's it, point blank, flat out, no debating Hearts are for the joy, to get it will never end While the kids are taking pills dancing in the Devil's den Right now I'm at three trying to get to level ten Other local rappers worried about their parties and their friends That's why I'm alone, that's why I'm at home That's why I ain't answering these texts on my phone Half these messages they are from girls that want to bone Eventually they'll quit, go out and look for other clones And I will still be right here writing up a storm When I'm ready to spit lightning I get Viking on the horn I have finished writing, meet me at The Chamber He'll ask me how it went, I'll say "rappers are in danger" Lyrically unloading, thoughts so hot they're exploding Style so old it's corroding Write like Capote high on peyote Eyes popping out like I'm Wile E. Coyote Not one iota, a one guy older, a one guy younger has the hunger that I'm holding In my city on my side of the country, I am the greatest That's it, point blank, flat out, no debating Aus Songtexte Mania