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Gigabytes Of Nonsense (Collaboration With Ms. Zazzles)
force fed propaganda
how many times
must i see your face?
broadcast on channel nine
pretentious fabricator
crawling in vile shit
somehow it never sticks
to your photoshopped image
well dressed parasite
feeding off the talented
till nothing is left
but feeble memories
sick and disgusted
another fucking glory slut.
a slut I must, it's what I have become
I'm swayed by the fragrance of men
they are my cure my evenescence
Power is in my veins my words are a death plague
YOU ALREADY KNOW THAT
YOU'RE IN MY BRAIN
We ARE all pretenders
BUT ON different planes....
Haters, lovers, disgruntled employees
fuk you and the horse u road in on
I'm taking the low road
see u soon
WE will
BANG THAT GONG!
Remember your last words of pretension?
I'm that girl with my thumb out
An original gangsta with a universal plan...
poetry
news
its all the same
we talk
we write,
we remain
slaves
TO THE GAME...
how many times
must i see your face?
broadcast on channel nine
pretentious fabricator
crawling in vile shit
somehow it never sticks
to your photoshopped image
well dressed parasite
feeding off the talented
till nothing is left
but feeble memories
sick and disgusted
another fucking glory slut.
a slut I must, it's what I have become
I'm swayed by the fragrance of men
they are my cure my evenescence
Power is in my veins my words are a death plague
YOU ALREADY KNOW THAT
YOU'RE IN MY BRAIN
We ARE all pretenders
BUT ON different planes....
Haters, lovers, disgruntled employees
fuk you and the horse u road in on
I'm taking the low road
see u soon
WE will
BANG THAT GONG!
Remember your last words of pretension?
I'm that girl with my thumb out
An original gangsta with a universal plan...
poetry
news
its all the same
we talk
we write,
we remain
slaves
TO THE GAME...
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