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fuck all y'all
life
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
forever
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
coz
i don't need lies
to pluck wit you
xx
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
forever
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
coz
i don't need lies
to pluck wit you
xx
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