Patience is a virtue and only time will tell
Don't talk shit, I'll mess up your pretty face
One hand washes the other and cover up your sins
I'll stack all you bitches up, like cords of wood
Revenge is a dish best served cold
You will die, tiny pieces of you will rot
You will be long and forgot
There's gonna be nothing left to ID you
Just a missing photo on the evening news
One hand washes the other, covers up your sins
The rain falls down hard and washes the rest away
Die! I'll stack all you up like cords of fucking wood
No love left for none of you, this disease has no cure

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