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I'm here to express and confess all my sin,

to unleash and unfurl all this rage that's within

The Velcro on teeth keeps you from speaking,

I'm warm under my roof,while yours keeps leaking,

I'm a hypnotic puzzle to those i don't know,

I keep twistin', and turning, with one spot to go.

I'll never fit to your standards, cause I aint what you say.

but I'll sit here, no fear, playing the little game you play.

You build that castle with shit-filled sand,

I'll be the one who comes and kicks it outta your hand.

So come bring your words, you give and I'll take.

cause I know I'm not perfect and I'm already fake.

aight lets go

you are here to express and confess,

in your rhymes i can sense the feeling of stress,

i be the preacher's son

with DP you dont wanna mess,

right now im waiting for my fury to pass

my jury take you back to primary school class

your rhymes are running outa gas,

for you its a good time to confess

cause in my time zone its a Sunday mass.

your situation is critical, jabs are minimal

words are so cynical, your death will be clinical,

my imagination at its pinnacle

- you are a ridicule