let me see your throat thing there buddy i'ma chop it see the idea's to make you die (stop it) i dont know why but your heartbeat ofends me i need to cut you off at the wind pipe desperatly (like,how about cutting your own neck) i did 17 times why you think i talk like this before i cut myself this was my voice now gimmie your neck pipe you dont have no fuckin choice (i'm not ready to die) neither was easy-e what makes you so fuckin special you can escape the wrethe (you mean wraith)i said wraith now shut the fuck up and gimmie your wind pipe so i can cut that mutha fucka (pick sombody else) i'm pickin anybody i can find and you happen to be the next mutha fucka in line (ok lets do it) keep still right there and about 123 of those mutha fuckas i'm outa here
let me make your pain be gone I wanna stab,stab,stab its like murdering be giving me a calm i need to yea,yea,yea let me make your pain be gone I wanna stab,stab,stab its like murdering be giving me a calm i need to(ha;what kind of circus is this)
how you gonna gimmie a straight jacket when i'm crooked took it shook it ripped it and unzipped it and waited for the nurse guy to bring me my tray jumped him from behind and turned his head backwards my way took all his keys and a crate of methadone masturbated on myself and leaped out the window then i turned around and whent right back inside once i realized i could have grabed a gang of fermaldahyde suddenly another fuckin guard shot me i played the whole movie shits off like you got me laid there playing dead and when he checked my pocket i jabbed my fuckin thumb knuckle deep in his eye socket by now there was guards everywhere i'm steady cuttin heads off surfin on a wheele chair and too mant bullets finaly put me away but was it the real violent J
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i'm so sorry that i'm so stale i'm so sorry i'm stale but still i gotta murdur your face man i'm sorry i'm stale (Repeats)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
