2 shotguns pointed at ya eyes point blank ready to explode
no refunds granted for advised lies televised cries, as bones erode
left petrifed in ya step cant even walk correct simply weak in text
slept defyed spit swept from the glands of ya best, nightmares no rest
63 times you lied, and all those times u died, fuck ya posts not even straight
no fat crimes, check the scale, u cant handle me cause u cant handle ya own weight!!