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Yeah here we go for the hundredth time. Hand Grenade pins in every line, throw em up and let somethin' shine. Going out of my fucking mind. Filthy mouth, no excuse. Find a new place to hang this noose. String me up from atop these roofs, knot it tight so I don't get loose. Truth is you can stop and stare. Bled myself out and no one cares.Dug the trench out, laid down there with a shovel up out of reach somewhere. Yeah, someone pour it in, make it a dirt dance floor again

Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in

I bleed it out. Go stop the show, choppy words and a sloppy flow. Shotgun opera lock and load. Cock it back and then watch it go. Mama help me I've been cursed, death is rolling in every verse. Half the words don't mean a thing and I know that I won't be satisfied

So why try ignoring him?
Make it a dirt dance floor again

Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in

 Heh, new bio = Win. (๑˃ᴗ˂)و	
 Perfect description of me and my writings (well almost). 

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