Yes, You've already saw this, and these followed notes ticks.
Met these jawing-slow strings at strophes tiptoe thrillin with.
I wasn't askin' 'ese mind-rollin' puke-callin' close things
fallin' in abyss of being alone with flow in a strings.
Now it's funny mental desease in a lot at My head.
Babes may get inna faint, but i've passed through this wet nest
Not smashing all at ma way, but only drowning in Rap.
Knew something about Me at past? He'z already dead.