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[chorus:]
"where they at? where they at c'mon (x 5)"
From the bottom of my heart
I must declaim
The deranged mind state.
I find hate surrounding me
So i clown a g
And his rebuttal is
"cas stop bein' a ass "
It makes me think
What'll ever stop the angry
When they wanna throw thangs wit' me?
They're aware i'll bang 'em
Because of examples
I have made out of humans
Doom when they toy with my thought train,
They're caught plain and simple,
But some will attempt to pull jammies
So i slam with these,
Ram these, all into his jaw,
And ideas of why he is front'n really frighten me,
'cause i can be doin' better things with my time,
My pen enlightens the page i puncture
My rage is brunt to show you
What flow too through hard times
And times when my pen
Is my only friend,
I'm lonely
Then i create a new antidote that'll raise hell,
And i hope this busi-ness pays well,
Cause its fly to me