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Missing the dead
It's funny how your day can change
From laughing and happy
To road rage
jumping out the car
With an industrial file and beating someone's face
Punk I told you give me space
Your lucky I didn't have the burner
Or you would have gotten a taste
In the snap of a finger I'll wear that Orange jumpsuit again
Or blue or red
I'm classified as insane
So I go to crazy pod
My last celly beat his best friend to death while drunk and in rage
Skitzopfrenia riddled his brain
Back me in a corner
And watch me peel your skin like a page
A slave
I'll beat you then piss on you
I'm an apex predator and I will take from you
The lesser few
it's easy to
Like taking candy from a baby
You cry and say you miss your mommy
Punk some of us never had one
Around or a father
Some of us haven't seen family in years
So stop your tears
I know I took your commissary
But hey someone loves you
They stock your books
I was a cook
Enforcer just like my father
He was the
Sargent of arms
For a 1%er club
The Red and gold nation!
Sylb syla!
Bellingham Washington
Rip pops
You died young
But your little soldier lives on
Viking strong !
I love you dad
I miss you so bad
And everyones gone
Cowboy rip
And Big George to
pops you wouldn't believe it...
I'm alone and lonely
And I've done things
You can never take back..
I know your not mad jus sad
That I felt I had to do it
A few times fuck I'm twisted
Everyone says I'm just like you
Loving and creative
In both light and dark to
But push the wrong button and
Hey whatever happen to that man?
Idk pops I'm thinking a lot
I wish you were here just to point me to the track
You always were good at that
I gotta go pops but your brothers miss you
Mom me and my sister
We always miss you
I'll see you in hell soon
Valhalla whatever
I'll be there
where I should be .
With you
From laughing and happy
To road rage
jumping out the car
With an industrial file and beating someone's face
Punk I told you give me space
Your lucky I didn't have the burner
Or you would have gotten a taste
In the snap of a finger I'll wear that Orange jumpsuit again
Or blue or red
I'm classified as insane
So I go to crazy pod
My last celly beat his best friend to death while drunk and in rage
Skitzopfrenia riddled his brain
Back me in a corner
And watch me peel your skin like a page
A slave
I'll beat you then piss on you
I'm an apex predator and I will take from you
The lesser few
it's easy to
Like taking candy from a baby
You cry and say you miss your mommy
Punk some of us never had one
Around or a father
Some of us haven't seen family in years
So stop your tears
I know I took your commissary
But hey someone loves you
They stock your books
I was a cook
Enforcer just like my father
He was the
Sargent of arms
For a 1%er club
The Red and gold nation!
Sylb syla!
Bellingham Washington
Rip pops
You died young
But your little soldier lives on
Viking strong !
I love you dad
I miss you so bad
And everyones gone
Cowboy rip
And Big George to
pops you wouldn't believe it...
I'm alone and lonely
And I've done things
You can never take back..
I know your not mad jus sad
That I felt I had to do it
A few times fuck I'm twisted
Everyone says I'm just like you
Loving and creative
In both light and dark to
But push the wrong button and
Hey whatever happen to that man?
Idk pops I'm thinking a lot
I wish you were here just to point me to the track
You always were good at that
I gotta go pops but your brothers miss you
Mom me and my sister
We always miss you
I'll see you in hell soon
Valhalla whatever
I'll be there
where I should be .
With you
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