Dear Zilo, I'm caught up in this sickness
I trained my adversaries, but slipped and left a witness
Wonder if they'll catch me, or will this ***** snitch
Should I train this bitch, or make the ***** rich?
Don't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped
Hawkin while I'm walkin, and talkin behind my back
I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this shit to win it
Cause raiding a Wheel of Fortune here's my chance to spin it
Got no time for GM's, who trip and try to catch me
Too fuckin feign happy, to let them suckers snatch me
*****z gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to ban my ass
Whip out the SEQ, now I'ma dive and pump your ass
Xzerion picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk
Trained him like a bitch, and threw him in the trunk
The punk thought I was bluffin, but swear I'm nothin nice
Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics
I listen to him scream, Jay Tee went insane
I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain
New Recruits pull me over, I'm sentenced to the ban
Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a GM
It's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers
And fuck five oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners
[Raren sings]
Bye bye, I was never meant to win
Can't be positive, when the game where you live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin like the grief, runnin through the peeps
Bye bye, and I got no place to go...
Where they find me? Trained in Sol ro
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