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What I Hold Inside
Hehe if only you knew what I hold inside,
Everyone I come across I visually see them die,
And every time its by my hand,
I'll send them all to the after land,
I find that using a knife is so much more fun,
Set the body up to send a message of what I've done,
Its so easy to get away with it,
So easy to cover up my shit,
A quick little whipe of the blade once I'm finished,
After its over I feel so replenished,
Like I don't even need food and water,
Police are looking for me why do they even bother,
I can't help but blame my father,
He only acknowled me when I did something wrong,
Never said anything about all the good that I've done,
So I put all the good behind me,
I just imagine what he'd say if he seen,
I leave my crimes to only be described as obscene,
The things I do to get attention,
I do this alone no participation,
Just leave me alone and let me do what I want to,
Jump into my business and my next victim will be you,
Why do I do the things that I've done,
I'll tell you...at this point its strictly for fun,
No need for a gun,
That takes all the fun out of murder,
Knives and blunt objects are a better way to hurt her,
Or him who knows who's next,
When it comes to killing I'm the best,
Why do you think I haven't been caught,
Even after all the special agents they brought,
I just kill at random,
Hell I'll take two at a time and do it tandem,
Knowing me is the only way you know your safe,
Choosing my targets often lead to a debate,
I can't kill the ones I know,
That's a quick way to get thrown,
Into a cell with a locked door and no key,
When its coming to hunting my prey nothing will get between you and me,
I really wish I could stop,
When I try my life turns to slop,
Its time to choose another target,
I spotted one, his cars in drive but I need to park it,
I'll inform him he has a flat tire,
I offer to help then hit him over the head with the iron,
What possesses me to do this,
When I don't kill I get pissed,
I can only last so long without doing it,
I get excited when my victim gets in a hit,
Thank you for showing me my blood,
I'm hated for the shit that I've done,
When it comes to killing I'm in love,
This is so much better than any other drug,
Written by a true Meenjataka
Everyone I come across I visually see them die,
And every time its by my hand,
I'll send them all to the after land,
I find that using a knife is so much more fun,
Set the body up to send a message of what I've done,
Its so easy to get away with it,
So easy to cover up my shit,
A quick little whipe of the blade once I'm finished,
After its over I feel so replenished,
Like I don't even need food and water,
Police are looking for me why do they even bother,
I can't help but blame my father,
He only acknowled me when I did something wrong,
Never said anything about all the good that I've done,
So I put all the good behind me,
I just imagine what he'd say if he seen,
I leave my crimes to only be described as obscene,
The things I do to get attention,
I do this alone no participation,
Just leave me alone and let me do what I want to,
Jump into my business and my next victim will be you,
Why do I do the things that I've done,
I'll tell you...at this point its strictly for fun,
No need for a gun,
That takes all the fun out of murder,
Knives and blunt objects are a better way to hurt her,
Or him who knows who's next,
When it comes to killing I'm the best,
Why do you think I haven't been caught,
Even after all the special agents they brought,
I just kill at random,
Hell I'll take two at a time and do it tandem,
Knowing me is the only way you know your safe,
Choosing my targets often lead to a debate,
I can't kill the ones I know,
That's a quick way to get thrown,
Into a cell with a locked door and no key,
When its coming to hunting my prey nothing will get between you and me,
I really wish I could stop,
When I try my life turns to slop,
Its time to choose another target,
I spotted one, his cars in drive but I need to park it,
I'll inform him he has a flat tire,
I offer to help then hit him over the head with the iron,
What possesses me to do this,
When I don't kill I get pissed,
I can only last so long without doing it,
I get excited when my victim gets in a hit,
Thank you for showing me my blood,
I'm hated for the shit that I've done,
When it comes to killing I'm in love,
This is so much better than any other drug,
Written by a true Meenjataka
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