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Tellin' all these wannabe's they better get their head in the game cuz they actin' so stupid they might as well have poured the intellectual part of their brain down the drain. I don't need any help to train to refrain from causing some severe mass pain. I'd treat you like all the other pricks that were vain and you don't gotta worry about me being insane cause before you can ponder that thought, I'll throw up the Blood's sign, come along and obliterate your spine like you no less than family with the ghetto piggies, no more than a filthy swine. Under the seat lays a nine that isn't mine, gonna use it though cause I gotta protect my lil' bro and this isn't just another one of those ghetto shows cause when you watch those, the victims eyes never seem to close. If I was in 1930, the city streets would have been so dirty with the bodies of who were "the little birdies that told you so". I would have been the reason they started death row and from there the capital punishment continued to grow. Now can you feel my flow or do I need to slow? Let me ask you if ya understand cause I don't wanna explain it again. I got the streets of Russia in gridlock and ya better make some connections cause tick tock is the sound of the clock. How about we take a walk to the dock. I might as well finish off with the glock cause you suffering immensely from when I busted your head with a rock. I finally decide to release your gaspy ass from the sealed airlock, got yourself dizzy from your flow that's about as old as the creation of the bow. When you get involved in action you leave it sloppy like pizza dough. You never have money to blow, and if so, you get caught so much you gotta pay off the po-po to let you go. Leave you gasping your last breath in the pistol smoke after you tried to play off sugar for coke. I used to toke and was always broke, now you're the one in the streets, gun in your face when you awoke. You summoned me in the form of invoke and the fires within will keep me 100% stoke and leave you with heatstroke. You called upon the Devil so I left you shook. Couldn't believe you were a dishonest crook so I left you face down, unconscious in the nearest brook. Don't care about what ya took and only looking forward to your terrified look when you slowly rotating on the spit and your insides startin' to cook. This is what happens when you ring the bell to hell, you summon the demons that torture you and then didn't leave until you forever fell. The life long sob story you go around and tell doesn't sell so give up and say oh well. You still got nothin' better to say, so hurry up or I'm gonna make your every little nerve pay. You beggin' me for another way, but I gotta go, can't stay and so it's gonna be this way. Mother and child found your body in the cargo bay and when the FBI showed up,.... Thanks to the acid and the FBI's dismay, there were no physical features left anyway. I'll come back to verbally slaughtering you another day.

-Matt Katerberg ( Regal King )