Sickness of life

Felines have nine lives, I have infinite
I`m like pop eye, except I don`t need the spinach
Cuz I ain`t breaking a sweat, when you pushing your limit
And defeat tastes bitter, that`s why I gotta win shit
When you`re breaking your back, I`m sat with my legs akimbo
I`m so laid back I could do the limbo
You`re a joke and there`s no pressure on me
My smiles made of cheddar, I got yo bitches on your hands and knees
Things just get better, I`m the one person you should evade
I`ll use my ashy knuckles, but I`m not scared to brandish a switchblade
I`ll slice you up and watch you bleed to death, while you witness your life fade
Like the evidence that would be vital connecting me to the court case
I know no limits, I know no bounds
I`ll murder motherfucker, I`m as savaged as hounds
I`m chilled to the bone, I`m sick in the mind
I don`t know nice, and I`m deadbeat inside
You ever tried killing two birds with one stone?
I have, I missed and got them both in a choke hold
Because life`s like poker, sometimes you gotta fold, but not me
The whole fuckin` world makes me sick you see
And the whole world can suck my dick for me
Choke on my prick, you don`t need an invitation,
Cuz when I was born I thought fuck it, I shook hands with satan
He and I fuck the world like a dirty ho on crack
I`ll cripple you so bad your legs look like nik-naks
I`ll ring your neck with wire and drag you to my shack
You going in bitch but you aint coming back
Shiver in my shadow, flee from my hail
I will gauge out your eyes and send you a death threat in braille
I hate life, I fend for myself alone and worn
My hearts in pieces it`s torn
Run for your life when you feel the prick of my thorn
`Cause I combust when I reach the peak of my fuse
245 on a victim I choose
Vermin drowning on the street, laying in blood pools
I could use my bare hands, but I`m a beast with my tools

by MindTwister
posted on 11/07/2009