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



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 


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