i have mine not his
Chorus:
the sick and derange the misfits insane obtain magic from the habits we take for granted WERE THE KINGS OFTHE GAME and that we will remain in ya brain as we strain ya mind-frame till ya minds-blank
Second Verse:
watch me when idle I want an idol that stems like thoughts from the bible im the heavy weight title ryhme packin giant who rivals anyone who survives with style arise im vile I drink viles of acid im the gial you wish for the tyrant just ask bitch the “plasique” to ya C4 see ya body on the sea-floor between morgues lean towards the oppisition with keen force brandish a mean corpse hand you the cream (oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh) “Atlatis” redeem hope
find me happy sniffin yo panties under yo matress isnt that dandy? Sample my candy bitch
I sit and watch drones pertched on my massive throan
I know im a bastard cuz im always plastered
I think this is the only T-hype verse still online. This is historic. Someone put this in the Library of Congress right the fuck now