You dumb motherfucker
Thought that you could
Do away with me
I'll wring you out
Like the mess that you are
You'll see me
You'll see my name in lights
And wonder where you fucked up
Get your luck up
Shut the fuck up
Siphon until you're dead
Oh whats the matter bobby she might see us
Lumber to your brain, see who's really smarter
I like to think you wouldn't take three steps
Before your lips give a kiss to the railroad tracks
Why do I run my way through fire
Yet my skin remains intact
Fucking hypocrite
Well get a motherfucking grip
And pick yourself up
Cause here comes the train
Never met nobody lower
Than your two faced charade
Run your mouth and get your shit rocked
Like blue jeans and ten tops
Pass the mic to Hartford County CT, yo ZB
You do me in
One more time
Why do I run my way through fire
What's one more thing caught
Inside your web again
Why does my skin remain intact
Not a fucking scratch
Will you ever understand?
You bitch
I long to understand your delusions
You hate you but your plans cause confusion
In this fucked up photo of a picture
Of your character
Ladies and gentlemen,
I want to fucking kill you
You can't stop the march of time
I want to end your fucking misery
You can shove in your knife
Kill me with a smile
Curdling with rage
Your crooked influence
Siphons like a /papercut
I'd rather be dead than hear you speak
I'd rather be dead than see you breathe
D
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