Shh Someone is asleep.....
A real killer is quite as kept
May have a beautiful face
Toss their smiles from state to state
One thing you will never see
Is A Gun By their waist
A true kill Starts without a gun
But begins deep in the mind
No one will notice them
Because they are the everyday sorta of kind
Now I got you thinking
Ain't mind fucking divine
One thing though
Then off to sleep
Ask yourself
Are you a dreamer?
Awake?
Or The Master Of Deceit?
Shh Be Quiet
Time To Put Them To Sleep
One more thing though
Get down on your knees
Get in the position
Like you about to pray
This is the time when most
Ask God for another blessed day
To Late You fucked up now
And met a Bitch Like me
Known For Lots Of Things
But
The Master Of Deceit
Lights out shorty Shh.....
Now R. I. P
By,
Christina P. Collier
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