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My homicidal ideations marinate in my head For the uncompromising pleasure of seeing someone dead Thorough as hell, I am on the clock if being an actor I would torch a soul for the defamation of my character I ride drama like a drop of rain until someone freaks with my integrity Then its all that she wrote for the wraths of my sanity For the most part Im cool; it whatever floats your boat But if you push to many buttons I might just slash your throat _Essence Emani

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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