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fuck all y'all

what is life
fake friends in your optical
masks on every motherfuckin
one of y'all
as transparent as the bitch
that's creating your fall
setting you stupid cunts up
by fuckin y'all
while you're all blinded
helpin my fall
only to find when ya check ya mirrors
my middle finger
an a smile
greeting y'all

in situ I build
growin unparalleled
while you piss an moan
playing sand castles

mind is so lethal
my hat should be a holster
all your little worms
shards so fickle
I'll molester

coz you an i bitch
unfinished business

yea the swine flu
is nothing
compared to this sick pig
a creation of you

ya dig this

strap ya self in bitch
this ain't no superman ride
more like the aftermath
of a receding tide

but I won't touch the little fish
washed up
flappin by ya side
oh no

those little fishes
don't need me

they fuel their own demise..

ya want the definition of talkin shit
lean ova ya basin bitch

an spit..
or at least dribble
the words you send
that just don't hit

any eye

while I bend you over
lyrically fucking you
mentally touching you
insanity corrupting you

while disease is all you spew
so yea
fuck me...

oh but..
fuck you to
i don't need lies
to pluck wit you
Written by Blackenedsole (Boreas)
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