my palms are sweaty, so weak, this
body is heavy
there’s blood on my sweater already,
I look like freddy
I’m sure this life was too
worthless, nothing on my machete
It’s perfect that I’m never
forgetting
What happens now, I’m still not too
proud
They open their mouth, just too be
harassed and fouled,
They’re choking now, everybody’s
choking now
Their time’s run out, time to
fucking go
Oh, there goes a crowd, I shoot and
they go down
I won’t give up that easy, though
Chained to this malice, I know my
whole back’s to these ropes
It doesn’t matter, I hope
It was the mold that I broke
He’s so malignant he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home
That’s when it’s back to the
thoughts again, yo
This hole swallows me
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