Second Thoughts

By Gatch

Released on May 8, 2016

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My style never gets old like an aborted fetus

Awhile back I started to sin cause I got bored of jesus

Picked up the mic to redeem my serenity

Demons inhereit me so im here less like chemotheraphy

Fearless feeling the melody my posture is curious

I prosper notorious like Oscar Pistorious

Up and coming rappers are more gassed than auchwitz

When my mouth spits they change styles like outfits

Raps rapture on any mic I shed disaster

Fuck principals your bitch is the headmaster

My lyrics leave you dead faster than a misscarriage

Im more abusive than a husband in a pissed marriage

Told with praise im reminding you of the golden days

Im old in ways the world's in my palm but I like to hold grenades

Im as cold as aids iller than charlie sheen

Already ahead of my time when im hardly a teen

I pickup rhymes like pickup lines on first dates

And disperse hate to people who impersonate my verses traits

I make the toughest shake I got rhymes you'd love to make

I murder battles like a herd of cattles with a glove and rake

I stay awake at night until the fire hour

Liars cower behind the beliefs of a higher power

Sometimes I wish my life would end and I would decompose

And meet my foes in hell to kill them twice and slice them feet to nose

This box of anti-depressants locks my rants in its essence

When I unleash my inner beast I sin at least every sentence

Comparisons with greats my arrogance creates suspicion

Betrayed my position why pray to something I can't envision

My words can vary but presently im emerging scary

If I go to heaven there won't be a virgin mary

We pray and reign here carry sleighs like reindeer

Create insane fear I run the facts of cul de sacs

Its dull and trapped these skulls adapt to pulses lacked impulsive acts

My pulse reacts and races how can I relax and face this

Im faceless my emotions lessen on a daily basis

Scarred for life harsh advice im hard to bite you'll never taste this

Never acknowledged my clever knowledge so pay attention

I make tension thinner than bitches who never mention dinner

I piss off the public like water meters

Hitting beats like father beaters im a novice but I alter leads

Words can't describe when I hit the drum and bass

Im 15 with the oldest mind and the youngest face

I rhyme with a slurred speech with grammer that nerds preach

At heights that no birds reach at nights I reverse sleep

I give wack mc's no stares like bungalows

Im undisclosed my lungs dispose the venom that I hum at those

Who dare to compete I rip you hair to the feet im here to defeat those who fucking stare in conceit