trap.
01-24-2013, 10:08 PM
posted on 01-04-2005
rnr legend
life in the womb
this bubble's claustraphobic, I try to stay subtle but cause a fit
and make trouble then toss a kick, this bubble I claw and rip
enough rumbling cuz I got to give, I don't have the patience
I don't feel the need to be engaged when bieng fed to my amazement
through this tube in my stomach, so useful I love it
no more dispute so fuck it, takin it easy like fish you shoot in the bucket
I lessen my fit then reckon to just sit and check in on my livin
as arms start to grow like extra weapon shipments
then something rips in, shit, when did these goliath tongs come into play?
if I could develop vocal chords, there's something wrong I must say
it's tugging at me strong in a way, an abortion! yet I wonder why
all I wanted was to be taken out the spread like whippin out the butterknife
what if I be nice? at least have a heart, but not mine! please play it smart
but they play the beast and start to piece my limbs apart
wish you took a better route at least, one where i'd get to roam around and feast
well now I guess i'm about to leave, goodbye.... i'm out, PIECE!
vs.
demik from rm
your weaknesses for weaker sins always annoyed him
so why would you continue to feed me these poisons?
and destroy somethin that you made, out of selfishness
worse off you kept it secret that you even felt his kid
well you did
mission accomplished, you knew he couldn't find out
so you drowned me in toxins, hoping I would die now...
women's network specials on drugs, learn from it
the brick through your lungs would hurt less to the stomach
16 years old, addicted to blow, the streets where you fend
gettin rid of you son, the fastest way, a means to an end
even fiends need a friend
you were alone, with your stomach showin
then began the stealin, & heavy eatin to keep people from knowin
awake every night worrying, tellin your heart to relax
morning sickness struck, easy to confuse it with relapse
nine months, your cries struck, labour pains..and there's your son
now id love to say I rest in peace
but an alleyway's dumpster isnt a proper burial for anyone
rnr legend my ass..
demik wins.
rnr legend
life in the womb
this bubble's claustraphobic, I try to stay subtle but cause a fit
and make trouble then toss a kick, this bubble I claw and rip
enough rumbling cuz I got to give, I don't have the patience
I don't feel the need to be engaged when bieng fed to my amazement
through this tube in my stomach, so useful I love it
no more dispute so fuck it, takin it easy like fish you shoot in the bucket
I lessen my fit then reckon to just sit and check in on my livin
as arms start to grow like extra weapon shipments
then something rips in, shit, when did these goliath tongs come into play?
if I could develop vocal chords, there's something wrong I must say
it's tugging at me strong in a way, an abortion! yet I wonder why
all I wanted was to be taken out the spread like whippin out the butterknife
what if I be nice? at least have a heart, but not mine! please play it smart
but they play the beast and start to piece my limbs apart
wish you took a better route at least, one where i'd get to roam around and feast
well now I guess i'm about to leave, goodbye.... i'm out, PIECE!
vs.
demik from rm
your weaknesses for weaker sins always annoyed him
so why would you continue to feed me these poisons?
and destroy somethin that you made, out of selfishness
worse off you kept it secret that you even felt his kid
well you did
mission accomplished, you knew he couldn't find out
so you drowned me in toxins, hoping I would die now...
women's network specials on drugs, learn from it
the brick through your lungs would hurt less to the stomach
16 years old, addicted to blow, the streets where you fend
gettin rid of you son, the fastest way, a means to an end
even fiends need a friend
you were alone, with your stomach showin
then began the stealin, & heavy eatin to keep people from knowin
awake every night worrying, tellin your heart to relax
morning sickness struck, easy to confuse it with relapse
nine months, your cries struck, labour pains..and there's your son
now id love to say I rest in peace
but an alleyway's dumpster isnt a proper burial for anyone
rnr legend my ass..
demik wins.