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the youths from get out of control Full up of education yet no own no payroll The clothes on my back have countless eyehole I could go on and on the full
the youths from get out of control Full up of education yet no on no payrollyroll The clothes on my back have countless eyehole I could go
the youths from get out of control Full up of education yet no own no payroll The clothes on my back have countless eyehole. I could go on and on the full
I cannot be bothered ur energy is so dead (Is so dead) I’m not lying i was following cos I was eyehole deep in stress Now I’m upset cos why’d I have
You can keep the bitch, I got some bitches like her Pull the blade and I wave it at the pussies eyehole I'm a psycho, Keep a sword and a rifle Put me
time. All lives don’t matter, and nothing’s for free. Pandemic waters, drink it in with me. Pandemic eyehole, looks like myopathy. Led some seditious,
Keep watching you Through a secret eyehole For your hotel room Naked, taking off even the rings and earrings You head to the bathroom I need to change
want it Dig your teeth deep into me But I want it. But I want it Cut eyeholes in my sheets Under your clothes, another ghost An object of love that died
tearing, death moon gore fangs sink in while eyeholes crack howls in the mist clouds of doom skulls by red carnage kissed beastmare feasts unfold mangled
Nobody's car. Is that my limousine? No, it's Nobody's car. Are you on routine assignment? Plastic shades on black-browed eye-hole. I read this book
with no eyeholes Fried while the pipes froze, life goes Lovecraft Christ-pose, sitting on invisible hubcaps, up Call Alex back, daggers in the basil
goodbye The only way I know how Crude and graceless Peeking through the eyeholes Seeing the real you And just after midnight When it feels like it's
those two eyeholes Gonna take your white trash Better take your white trash home I see you hardon for the black girl Keep your bloody hands off me
We are the guests of Mr. Smalls He's somewhere watching us Through eyeholes in the walls Mr. Small's Theater Partly hoping, half afraid We will rock
they whisper, as if from a great distance Of pain, and of pain left far behind Eighteen thousand empty eyeholes peering out at the four directions
Don't look at me, I'm just the medium Your haircuts changed for charity Can you imagine the rent Or a big pearl People person These are the eyeholes
spinnin' me round she's coming over me. Does his makeup in his room douse himself with cheap perfume eyeholes in a paper bag greatest lay I ever had
makeup in his room Douse himself with cheap perfume Eyeholes in a paper bag Greatest lay I ever had Kind of guy who mates for life Gotta help him find
good but it's a really a gradient Bag of now and laters and a chilly Canadian, yeah Don't turn away from me, look in my eyeholes My brother got heart
makeup in his room Douse himself with cheap perfume Eyeholes in a paper bag Greatest lay I ever had Kind of guy who mates for life Gotta help him find
I’ll have you just repeat tha cycle A needle in your eyehole Demeaning when I’m meeting any rival Im gone Yup That’s Stone Tha Profit Spittin in
your vitals I know you know my name cuz you can peep it through the eyehole Ski mask on my face I wish my face could see a Bible The ops I cannot blame
Switch the eyeholes to the opposite side of the face While grasping and gripping the lace Until they gasping and then asphyxiate And yes I am okay I seen
of faith Leaves in rakes have you gathered in a pile On time for the season break but now your feeling docile Sharp like a hawk's eyehole I'm hoping that I
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