The story so far:
"My book of lyrics" -> "Tiny lil raps" -> "victory" -> "thine hearts pumps of cold blood"
the legend of dr3arms
by dr3arms
how you like me now
I’m here to clear
my name from the frame
that I put around you
I’m here to stear away from the clear
my side invisible
you think I’m drunk to drive the right ehymes
you think I’m down with the same soda size
and yet you feel the way I do
what happened to the world we once knew
is it true that all we ever were was fools
the beat of a different drum we marched and were used like tools
but now I don’t declare the air to safe and sound
my life ended that one day the market went down
so you think I’m a liar
so you hope that my time someday expires
and though I seem to releive all those near
my own thoughts always seem to you dear
I’m cursed and blessed
the wildest of the west
the cowboy that shot down the army of the test
and I stand here all alone
my six shooters showing the smoke rows which killed my foes
now I beleive in the freedom of speech
that which I do somlomly preech
to all those that need a new voice
to all those that don’t realy have a choice
I’m a freedom fighter
an igniter of satire of all those tired
looking for a way to relax the that which taxes there souls
and to all those that repoe my soul
down to the real **** I will fight the old
the ways I spit fire from my mike
here the time which I’m looking for my hat tire
no matter which way you turn to burn the midnight oil
I’m there like a shadow no words to spoil
and there you are looking scared like a rat
I’m down with that to the max that It’s at
be here at three pm at the south
where things run a bit differently then I am now
no longer hsould we run and hide in fear
from the clear air I declare somethings amiss here
I’m the cowboy from the east to the west
drive my maddest skills to the army of the test
no longer will we sit idle and watch them ride by
rise up my brothers and tonights the night we all ride
here my vioce and the ccall of the wild
no longer be spoiled by the idles eyes
though pretty they may seem in the end
I’m here to seer the skin off the enemys end
so you think I’m a liar
so you hope that my time someday expires
and though I seem to releive all those near
my own thoughts always seem to you dear
I’m cursed and blessed
the wildest of the west
the cowboy that shot down the army of the test
and I stand here all alone
my six shooters showing the smoke rows which killed my foes
now I beleive in the freedom of speech
that which I do somlomly preech
to all those that need a new voice
to all those that don’t realy have a choice
I’m a freedom fighter
an igniter of satire of all those tired
looking for a way to relax the that which taxes there souls
and to all those that repoe my soul
down to the real **** I will fight the old
the ways I spit fire from my mike
here the time which I’m looking for my hat tire
no matter which flames ignite the mold
melt the wax
here come my clones
an army of tired and sore old poeple
looking for the reason for treason against the soul stealers
my time is nearly up so this I say to you
my darling
my darling
I love you
no matter who takes the branding to the hand
the scars left far beyond my understanding
the real **** about to fall down as a clown
in the center ring you’ll find my best shots in town
so you think my time will expire for hire
the liars that told me what to do with my hat tire
and now I’m facing the army of the test
the real quest for repntance I’m at best
no matter how far I come
I look death in the eys and despise
what I became in those days where my haze was all dry
no longer will I sit idle and watch it
go by and treat the people like ****
I’m a freedom fighter
and igniter of the holy lighter
the popes before handle themselves retired
to old and weak they watched my fight
never looking back on this sad tragedy
so you think I’m a liar
so you hope that my time someday expires
and though I seem to releive all those near
my own thoughts always seem to you dear
I’m cursed and blessed
the wildest of the west
the cowboy that shot down the army of the test
and I stand here all alone
my six shooters showing the smoke rows which killed my foes
now I beleive in the freedom of speech
that which I do somlomly preech
to all those that need a new voice
to all those that don’t realy have a choice
I’m a freedom fighter
an igniter of satire of all those tired
looking for a way to relax the that which taxes there souls
and to all those that repoe my soul
down to the real **** I will fight the old
the ways I spit fire from my mike
here the time which I’m looking for my hat tire
so you think I’m a liar
so you hope that my time someday expires
and though I seem to releive all those near
my own thoughts always seem to you dear
I’m cursed and blessed
the wildest of the west
the cowboy that shot down the army of the test
and I stand here all alone
my six shooters showing the smoke rows which killed my foes
now I beleive in the freedom of speech
that which I do somlomly preech
to all those that need a new voice
to all those that don’t realy have a choice
I’m a freedom fighter
an igniter of satire of all those tired
looking for a way to relax the that which taxes there souls
and to all those that repoe my soul
down to the real **** I will fight the old
the ways I spit fire from my mike
here the time which I’m looking for my hat tire...
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