He's Mental
I'm like whatever so its whatever
cause he never cares to ever endeavor
He only thinks of ways to stay clever
However
He's a sick mind freak
kissing the devil's feet
Its the dull mind that's bleak
He's weak
And this is a promise
I can spit this and still stay anonymous
I'm proud of this
Listen, I won't hold the devil's hand
and walk into the promise land
cause I like to take a stand
Understand?
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