I'll murder ya subconscious

Gunshots ring yonder

Of the thoughts of you believing yourself to be better without me

I'll diminish ya train of thought

9-11 wouldn't be half of what I'd do to eradicate you from you

I'll rape ya level of sensitivity

Hoping to impregnate ya feeling of sadness

So that it may show closer to that our thirf trimester

Poppin pills for pain

probbing through the barriers of my being

Impossible

The weapons you form won't prosper

The seeds you plant will die faster

You wanna know why?

Because I'll pillage through ya means of existence

Live for the dime

Live on the high

Live by the wrong

Expect to live with the rest?

I feel for you