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1fish2fish
03:04
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This cordially inviting lure is sure to let you down This bittersweet bait has a heartbreak waiting And ain’t no fish gonna drown. And if you cry “alright, I’ll bite, I just need a light snack” You’re rooked, line-swingers’ got you hook-line-sinker And ain’t gonna throw you back.
Wading in the water, waiting for a slaughter Even fucking sharks are somebody’s daughters. Lock ‘em up, father, ‘cause I’m goin’ fishing. This’ll be efficient. HAHA ISN’T SHE CHRISTIAN? Diggin’ up the dirt for an earthworm, churning up Her net worth is her purpose: Turning Up Sure enough: Certain of my unhinged, foolish, 1 fish 2 fish, black and blue bitch.
It’s more than whores would bargain for, but lord it’s nicely priced You’re an organ donor for the cure waking up in a tub of ice. But at least that baby fat’s gone like a memory, you’ve lost weight overnight But you slip on your own peel, get a grip And clamp And lever And screw And vice Itches come and go, but never slow, did you know: Aboriginals used every bit of buffalo. Opportunities they oughtta be chased and tasted, never wasted Maybe wasted. Moustraps crack down on a blacked out rat How does that sound? Cheese or an intact back? The better of the two’s up to you It’s 1 fish 2 fish, me or you, bitch.
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We all love to lie and bide time to die And try like we might, we never get out alive. It’s nighttime and I could find light in skies If I pry my eyeballs open. Jockey’s got my riding crop Whipping me to ribbons I don’t want to stop. Suffer. Drop, fucker, Drop. Jockey’s got my riding crop Whipping me to ribbons I don’t want to stop. Suffer. Drop, fucker.
Suffering’s just another perspective. Toughen up, breathe deep and just Suffering’s just another perspective Nothing is a much better incentive than
We all love to lie and bide time to die And try like we might, we never get out alive. It’s nighttime and I could find light in skies If I pry my eyeballs open Jack off of all trades, masturbator of none I found my place in the NowHere Zone I’m in between where I’ve been and will go And where I’m from: Till I’m there, I won’t know.
The others take on a rage that the others never see, make me the primary target of your catastrophe. With bloody fingers, we're smiling and sharpening our teeth; the better to eat you with when I get you underneath. Bite, bite. Bite down, down frown, it turns me on you're screaming. Bite down, down frown, it turns me off you're screaming. Bite down, down frown, it turns me off when you're -
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Cut/Clap
04:15
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Slackjaw bitch with a jigsaw at her throat A nice attempt at the bourgeois, tell ‘em Some born sick with a rich doll’s attitude A trite contempt as if you know, tell ‘em. Panic sex and a static wreck, I’m sticking out my neck, I got gallow talent Tragic sense of entitlement with a dead-end cul-de-sac of shallow merit.
Who’s got your back with a knife? I might. Who’s the one who wrecked your life this time? Well I’m willing to try.
I might snap in a minute and I might snap your neck and end it early. I might cut my wrists and I might clap my hands.
Hacksaw swings at a big-shot animal A white contempt for the truths I tell ‘em I might wink at a nudge and will it well, and wonder who the lie was meant for. Tell ‘em! Spike this drink with anthrax enema, politness wins over honest terror. Slice at link for an impact maximum! Buy your bread from an honest seller.
Fighting to win over punching bags Garbage cans who watch their waste-lines can’t Go nowhere fast
I might snap in a minute and I might snap your neck and end it early. I might cut my wrists and I might clap my hands.
Blacktop wings: That’s a concrete answer to your weightlessness Icarus says tell ‘em That one thinks is an unsweet treat. I think you’re hopeless But we disagree I tell ‘em. Shattered specs while you hit the deck You better protect where your eyeballs well up Blue blood, black bile, lips to lick, I’m bringing down heaven just to bring your hell up.
Kites that fly more in the frozen rain: Might they find holes in their broken wings. While worship sings/war ships sinks
I might snap in a minute and I might snap your neck and end it early. I might cut my wrists and I might clap my hands.
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