It's June 07, 2024, 11:28:05 PM
relax-ya-brain as i attempt to attain-ya-name,my abstruse lyrical abilities, will erase-ya-fame,and have you pukin in bathroom facilities,i've lost it, trapped in a room with white wallsi'm a prophet, and you only guilty of your own downfallyou claim to be ill, but chu only ill,monthly like your period spillassassin, is how i murder you,in a lyrical fashion^quick keystyle