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Touch Your Mouth and Face

you claim to everyone that I'm insane
talking crap behind my back
I know how to play this game
bring you in like a moth to a flame
burn you all up
put your chips on the wrong bet
now I'll make you pay
nothing personal
I just like to pull the legs off little bugs

those who collapse at the two minute mark
want to talk
I'm always hitting with sevens
running the fucking marathon
to send the ladies to heaven
no need to brag
jealousies ah bitch
I don't have time to pretend
I don't do what I do
to play kumbaya with fucktards

I got hell in my veins
if you don't understand then let me explain
I come in hard
working my ass off
and if you can't contribute, or support
then get the fuck out my way!
I don't have time for haters
not trying to make friends anymore
just doing what I love for the love of it