The truth is you can slit my throat and i would apologize for bleeding on your t-shirt
Death Hoovers over me as I sit with a razor in my hand, Blood drips down my hands onto the floor for these last few moments, I look back at my life and realized I wasn't shit! Loved by few and hated by most, I just can't wait till I become dead in this heartless world filled with hate
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Runin wit th' axe mutha facko
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