Washed up artist, lost in the carnage, ya can't stop it bitch,
its not my fault your girl's a slut and both kids look autistic.
Known you since 05', you've no life, how ya gonna start shit?
not one to judge, but you talk like both parents were retarded.
The floods been rising, Mister Writing his will as of now,
using blood for ink as I pull large intestines from his mouth.
Hungry for wrath, your nothing, that's that,
I'm dumping this brat cuz he's something like trash.
Pumping the rounds, cutting out his heart n' soul,
gutting this clound was one thing I ought to know.
Washed up poet, lost, unnoticed, we see ya reachin for attention,
I remember ya as a joker, so jus down ya whole pill subscription.
You can't write, misunderstand life, still worry about others,
didn't see ya going below par, and I mean you've gone down under.
Metaphors are weak, no more scheme than pornos with storylines,
so now I'll sit back and relax as this guy starts pouring lies.
Throwing personals, I'm going worse than words son,
into your head like the matrix but I burned the plug.
Come at me again, and my insanity will smite n' demolish,
put both ya kids in the deep end and your wife in my closet.
Leave me alone you stupid island inbred faggot.
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