knowsbleed

J.. Why don't you try livin' a proper life?

And who says you live yours in any way that's right?

Thinkin' it's so fine as if it's one you desire

People pleasin' ain't anythin' to admire

The sun don't shine as bright from your behind

With your delusion tends in believin' it actually might

Daddy's still buyin' your ride of a rollercoaster drive

Whilst occupyin' time workin in slavery dyin'

Destined just as another stereotype set outta spite

The shit really be outta sight out of mind

Well I know at least I ain't lyin' sayin' there's no fault of mine

As flawed as a personailty aged at twenty nine

Still unidentfied redefines lime light in hopes to find any style

Denyin' all signs that're on the decline

Conditioned hardly for harsh conditions

Or have you heart condition?

Type pea must be quite conflictive

Real sized inclements climbin' heights bound to pressurise

Realise tale told lies safekept hidden behind those precious eyes

Intertwinin' ties bind blindly to a borderline

Twisted in transition see's/seize the most subtle kind

Combinin' such design beautifully aligned

For divine playwright, this she wouldn’t play right

No foe couldn’t commit a more common crime

Laid down the linin' of boundaries, she'd whine okay fine

But it must be somethin' in the bloodline

Sleepin' alongside her snake like spine

Implemented the use of a tine

Reassmbles a being shape shiftin' to serpentine

Set a light the wick to watch burn you wickedly witch

My mind paintin' depictured images so perfectly still

Of doing you as was done to me bitch

Distance our memories from their vivid thoughts so visibly ill

Does it haunt you knowin' without me the merrier

A look into the mirror envisons you more than ever

Pale as a ghost to the parasite you are it's host

Let me demonstrate how I set this demon straight

Ya wanna first jogger/jog her memory before a exercise/exorcise

Force accountability onto Jezabel's spirit as it belongs to the goat

Be firm as even Jesus once saluted that throat

Just a cop out sayin' she's unable to cope

Not ever the case though when blowin' another bloke

Guess it's all in her head I suppose, no?

Trust, you'll know when blood starts trickling from the nose

 

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