I got some problems that I probably need to be addressed
I could get shit popping If I was dropping but i decay under stress
Sometimes I think I'm obsessed
With bitches bending it over Lifting they dress
Ain't even ask her a question
And yet she still screaming yes
I'm on some other shit you can't even get
You just gotta guess
Lurking in the shallow water you tread
Used to reside in the depths
Floated up to the surface
Emerging
Now I'm the master of you marionettes
The sun is setting
On you bitches expecting
You got a spot in the section
You bout to be getting rejected
That's my projection
Possesing various blades and weapons in my collection
I'm gonna be making my selection
When deceptions detected
Better make a correction
See me stepping
Walk in a different direction
I got eternal anaesthetic
Stay out my line of vision
Always had the darkest intention
Of leaving your body modified looking like a bloody skinless demented
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