1st-Morf
2nd-Jonathon
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the remotes gripped
as i flick threw the old shit
twisted and sick, so much that these bones twitch
I’ma pretty gritty fucker...
n' the screen got me buggin'
im mean muggin’…
...plugged with plots the TV dug in
as a kid, nothin' I saw eased
guns and gore scenes...
daytime dreamin’ of Vorhees
and its all from the black box...
loved it when they’d pack glocks
start screamin’ and blast cops
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So I tread the path
Fed it gas, and bred a man…
With a conscience stashed
In these depths of wrath
For years of being ignored
I steered to gore…
Just to even the score
Because face it…
What else can a beast ador?
It’s a gift…
To have em’ flinch when you passed
This image descends from those 12 inches of glass
And if im cornered and scorned…
By the world, ill fish through the kitchen
And Sift for the perfect instrument for incision…
addicted, with out the blood drips im itchin'
and If im caught committin'...
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fuck it, ill stab em' up in prison
just some TV Kids.
knowledge is knowing what's in the moment..
flashy cars and zanex bar's ruin the focus;
celebrities envy the spotlight, being greater -
now consist of being smarter than a 5th grader.
years later yesterday's youth is running shit
...taking education's value an stunning it..
CSI and NBC aren't enough for me..
I'd rather slang off music stations, BET n MTV
seem to be the only reality TV on the screen
since, girls dressed in jeans are plastic beauty queens...
i'll further my knowledge... sound flattering?
just move out of my way n hand me some batteries