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fuck your life, I don't give a shit
when the shit is mine, is when i'll feel fit
nothing means nothing
you don't know.
nothing but a body, wreaking of sweat
but so is everybody I've ever met
i'm obsessed with the extraction of the stench.
eyes fix, to the pimpled nose
of all of these hoes.
what are you doing?
tounge splits, and out fly the crows
as the young boyish years blow.
i'm the only one who knows
I can't keep a beat for shit.
that's the point of it.
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