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letra de tore - ceeingee

[verse one]
i was about to tore my heart out, but what comes beneath it is a shout-out to the sh-t that has came to be a demon inside me
i try and get it out, it’s like satan just wants to keep me
i am his b-tch now, i do what master says
i am the slave on the ship, i’m the white version and i’m like trapped in a maze
find my way out, it’s highly impossible at times but gettin’ thro it just seems like a challenge, it’s turning me into hyde
i am beginning to see life as a struggle
it’s like a demon behind, his hands grabbing me back to him
the dark that lives within it, tries to reach out but i just stand back from it
it’s like i have to get my sh-t together, but if i do
it’s whenever i don’t, man… this time i won’t be the trapped rapper that is being held captive by a spirit so evil, it possess me and get’s a control of me and a hold of me so i can’t move an inch while i am with this spirit, a wicked feeling in my heart begins to happen
a ghostly figure begins to be trapping me in a trap, of somewhat impossible to escape

[hook]
i am gonna tear out like paper, a trap that i’m in
an evil feeling, turning into an evil being
it’s not my fault, goodness fading away so i am gonna tore

[verse two]
a message written in the mind of the sinister person
take it for granted but within in what i do that’s not even a sin and i just feel like i am gonna be lonely
in life, what is it is good
man, all i wanna do is go mad and crazy
push away the demons but they gettin’ closer
i just sit back and let them possess me
i got demons in me, it’s like i’ve sold my soul but did i
am i slowly gaining a good rap flow, but if not then how to gain it
am i gonna have to write more wack rhymes to spit

[hook]
i am gonna tear out like paper, a trap that i’m in
an evil feeling, turning into an evil being
it’s not my fault, goodness fading away so i am gonna tore

[verse three]
a dark feelin’, it’s like a peelin’ banana situation
a conversation about k!lling off cops, but then again
how many police officers do i have to k!ll, got most k!llin’ sk!lls in me
i got a sk!ll to murder some murder victims of another k!ller
i am gonna k!ll a godd-mn lunatic til the crazy takes over me
in the world is this, a time for this is not a hit list to take a coiple of wack kids who can’t even rap a rhyme, i’ll do it but if i get the dough for it
i sh-t on lawns, no time for this disgusting sh-t as i just sit back wearing a pacifier

[hook]
i am gonna tear out like paper, a trap that i’m
an evil feeling, turning into an evil being
it’s not my fault, goodness fading away so i am gonna tore

[outro]
yo, take life in your own hands

- ceeingee

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