Versetile the Prodigy - My Rage (Anti White-Terrorist)

It's best if i start in
With the darkness
E-rupts from our dark skin
Killing our kin
Roll up the carpet
As i march in
And it ain't a fucking warning
The devil wants him

Take a friend
To my victim

Ya cant understand
How it gets listen
I'm the one named jibreel
And it's not fiction
I'm ripping off his grill
And my dog licks em

Yall treading on water
You pissing the author off
No interest in trying to
Talk you off
You get it her mom
Lost a daughter
You made choices none would've bothered

So you are no one
To this author
Just another
Lamb to the slaughter

And these methods
Don't have you covered
So I'll snap your neck
While i stab your brothers
I hope for stray bullets
You have no cover
I'm tired of those guys
Saying mad is ugly

I can be cool smart sassy funny
But yall trynna kill us
And stash some money
You don't value life
And that can't be lovely
So much isn't right
So i am not running
I speak to you all
From the stands or something
The fate of the degraded
And hated

Wait a minute
What you say man?

Written by:
Raushon Chapman

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