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Secretly you probably relate Loud lung tyrant, now YOU be quiet Husheth, thou dost protesth too mucheth Your deeds are on file, take your testament is bupkis I feel like Lazarus, steppin out the grave To give reporters of his death, the world's greatest nay It ain't hear or say, you can see it for your own two Sucker or get close and feel it if you want to But I know you, you won't and can't do Seamstress and lies are bustin up your handle Palms and fingertips on ultra-blister You crossed a good dude now he cued the ultra-disher Shell position fill your old tradition self Machine gun ran in the pad and clipped himself Now your project sinks up leakin Hand over head and the sticky red is seepin Weepin willow goin onry ape shit Little homey onlooker shout,"He ain't gon' make it!" The moment where bullies find God Dumb-ass, he been on the scene all along Tried to help you steer clear, you sped up to the climax The brick wall on your cheeks worse than Imax Heavy child I know you wish you never tried black Dante air blow craft you can't hijack Yes, but really I digress Let me step aside and let the EMS clean up the drecks Extra gore soak the medics to they own asshole I pray peace on your soul now BEGONE~! Movin on, to deeper brighter better and more FREETeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
