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Before you get thrown in a hole, give it back or I’ll slit your throat,

Why the fuck are you trying to revive him to reach your pinnacle?

You running off somewhere with poor signal to get a short miracle,

I may have been born miserable, where’s the jokes? Your ridicules?

Ain’t so tough now without your pal you sniff and absorb chemicals,

But you’re different though, you don’t care if the mourning is cold,

Or if his organs were sold to someone before he explodes,

You don’t orbit alone, you’re making this more difficult;

I’m a danger to society while they buy another smoke to feel good,

Eating up your electric bill? Y’all eat to get obese and gulp

Glasses of alcohol, driving drunk, some more hits and runs,

So I’ll be ridiculous, abuse these four syllables, forgive me bro;

You may have gotten further, is the tour coming to a halt?

How you know this ain’t a simulation you for-got to turn off?

You would go out of your way to help even if your formula broke,

That’s some horrible growth after the third Solo you wrote;

 

Won’t overdose my addiction to go overthrow

Everyone who thinks they’ll mess with the horns on the bull,

Alan is dead, and I’m still here totaling votes,

From the world, it’s sad, but hey, you’re owned once born;

 

Wouldn’t know original even if it hit your forehead and skull,

Cuz the more that you know you think you got a score in the goal,

And that’s the core reason, so when it’s your chance to open the door

When an opportunity comes along, you’ll forget your storage is full;

Not a portion controlled from own forced rituals, you don’t even know

That gave us access to recording your pulse, then extorted your soul,

To face the formidable, but was it even worth it at all?

It was for me cuz afterwards I’ll be destroying the world;

Think you’re sorting but no, you’re just sort of a bold

Kid who’s sure to get bald from stress and cornered your home,

The one place that’ll always pro-tect you from the horrors and ghosts,

But you invited them in, lie with your sins unsorry with faults;

Might be enormous in cults—

YOU THINK I’M BORING AND OLD?

I SWEAR YOU’LL REGRET EVERY WORD THAT YOU WROTE,

HEART’S PITCH BLACK WITH LIGHTNING STORMS I HAVE FORMED,

I’LL KILL YOU IN THE MOST GORE GRUESOME KNOWN!!!

Okay I’m watching porn till you show;