About me: I set my moves up strategically, enemy kings are taken easily Knights move four spaces, in place of bishops east of me Communicate with pawns on a telepathic frequency Smash knights with mics in militant mental fights, it seems to be An everlasting battle on the 64-block geometric metal battlefield The sword of my rook, will shatter your feeble battle shield I witness a bishop that'll wield his mystic sword And slaughter every player who inhabits my chessboard Knight to Queen's three, I slice through MC's Seize the rook's towers and the bishop's ministries Minstrels sing songs and mimic me, but cease to live instantly Hidden deep within me is a sinister entity Intentions of tense intent in ten tents Where kings rest in beds with queens' breasts exposed for sex To the crease or release tension, tends to tense men When traitorous defense is fencing kingsmen I quickly push the whore up from off of me Trying to understand this battle of psychology Psychotic, I slice optics of cyclops In water with warlocks, through Indian corn stalks Chessboard blocks become blood-red Blood clots block brains and lock with thoughts of pawns in shock I shot, crossbows and toss flows across moats To pierce the archer's armor, armed with arrows Pole points from elbows, with joints joined with marrow To maim, the tip of the arrows lit with flame Checkmate - the death of your king ends the game. - Apathy basically im lazy high school drop out with no ambition to do anything not even musics My musical ambitions: to be real? i just want to sell one beat to someone good or just give one away to a shitty rapper doesnt matter anymore. but that will never happen Instruments I play: i played the drums in band for a year, i had an roland sp-606 that i hated with a passion but i love and miss it now My gear: m-audio trigger finger, and the REAL version of fl studios. finally got the actual one sweet execpt my room mate deleted it now im back to the demo =(