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the suicidal flesh grinderspins at nightwhen the eyes close with a certain patternat this house with no clocksit's matter of samenessmanners in which ..
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because i am nothing
am a dead man walking backwards
collecting pennies off the corpses of the homeless
violating half the commandments
i am your..
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there theresleep tightlittle princepoke your dreams nowwith your trainee swordthis land could be yoursif you shut your eyesjust one last timesleep tig..
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my porcupine's in lovewith a ghost named Mortwith a blunt pointsat on a short throneasked forwho you usually ask forwhen you get to no back lovedaft o..
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heyif the noose is tight enoughand the bullet fast enoughor the crime bad enoughdon't wanna break a branchor leave a stain on the same lane y'all sign..
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chronic colognesniff no diff, commitment zonekeep my s**t cool, no heat map droneincarceration null, exception throwngeneration zzzzzzzzzprocrastinati..
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i figuredtwo pills, not onegone air borne with half a pairi figuredcuz it's mine not yoursmust dust cause why trustlurkin the streets, loud weapon in ..
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honey dipi honey dipcount to threei count to threebeneath my sleevesfake or slip, be the last clipten to six be the last thrilland then it goes, yeah ..
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do you feeldo you feel likedo you feel like dyingtrying to hit the prizemonday morning, i hit the prizeweather: mehmoney: mehbitches: mehbreathing wis..
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slightly clothed waistand slightly suggestive pacedisgrace entertained, misunderstanding gazeenough to make pretenseenough to detainherhurt, cursed, b..
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