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and formed the bruises that you said you didnt want to fade
but they did and so did i that day
Cos she's got dirty dishes on the brain
Now I can't hang around wid my momma cos I scare her
Tell all your friends, they can go my way
Pay your toll, sell your soul
Pound for pound costs more than gold
The longer you stay, the more you pay
My white lines go a long way
Either up your nose or through your vein
With nothin to gain except killin’ your brain
and explanation on the meanings of life
but what you think that you heard
slipped away out the back of your mind
i just cant control my feet when i hear the beat, when i hear the beat'
stabbin people with my hobo knife..."
Do I feel alright? No not slightly,
your a dirty little ******* uncle ****er'
Theres no need for the jury to retire.
In all my years of judging I have never heard before,
Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of the law.
The way you made them suffer,
Your exquisite wife and mother,
Fills me with the urge to deficate! -- no, judge, the jury!
Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear,
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers.
wen u leave the world behind'