A Lot Of My Rhymes Are Just

As For Being Aids Infested, I Don't Know Yet, I'm Too Scared To Get Tested.

The Devil's Spirit's Trapped Inside Me. My Soul Is Possessed By This Devil My New Name Is Rain Man. So I Keep Conjuring (demons), Sometimes I Wonder Where These Thoughts Spawn (satan) From. I'm Just Relaying What The Voice In My Head's Saying. Don't Shoot The Messenger, I'm Just Friends With The Monster That's Under My Bed. Get Along With The Voices Inside Of My Head.

Try To Strip Me Of My Credibility And Make Me Look Fake, G You Only Gonna Be In For A Rude Awakening.

You Don't Wanna Go Eggin' Him On. It'll Never Be My Chair That Your On, Crown So Tight That It Cuts Off Circulation To The Brain No Oxygen. Other Words There's No Heir To The Throne.

These Times Are So Hard, And They're Getting Even Harder.