Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
'cause it was an admired service-man
So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.
Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge
Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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