Rap Out Of Me.

I used to think a hell about Eldorado, and Goldcost, Ah! They were in my fairytales and my hero of imagination My hands are trembling seeing you killed your pet dog, A knife, with your wife, my wife, neighbour's...... NOT....! You are possessed by a saint to make a heaven out of my mind, And you dont know, I dont sleep at nights to prove fermats Either watching Nolan's Memento or Inception, imaging stabbing you, Writing eminem works telling mine, I waste my days, Just my days are wasted and twisted in 18 days SAW took to shoot, Please stand up, to put my mind on the oven of your lust....