29 lines, practice

[messenger]

walking through the cemetry

on the centurys best chemistry,

yes its me mr censor he, with his weaponry

let it be known im pure pedigree

with better letters than any word lecturer ull ever see,

dont ever question me, take each lesson and disect it

this is my profession i write, get it

ive been number one since i begun

its no wonder u want some

take a piece of the cake, enjoy take a bite,

how does it taste, that slice

em messenger how come its only hate u write,

well mate ur right, here take my life,

and see if u still wanna make advice,

got so many followers shit they should make me christ,

the skills sick, yes im a real prick

ryhmes make u choke, yes im gon seal lips,

u feel this, shit u can follow me on twitter

u can find me under the name aint no one sicker,

or u can request me on facebook,

first name sexy last name ace crook,

got the game shook, they dont like my main hook,

make some fucking changes cause ur life reads like a lame book,

shall i explain , look , lifes all about the paper chase,

without it girls always gonna hate ur face,

so state ur case, whats the exuse,

life without ambition, shit whats the use,

so youve got the truth,

take whats gods given ya put it too proper use,

written over the tune of sucessfull by soldier boy

Edited December 11, 2009 by messenger