I made it and il end it
From: your wifes last home |
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IP:
fuck wot a load of bumble mumble!
your lyrics i could'nt help but fumble.
as i carry on,you realise ur gonna stumble.
no jokes,jus truth
you think you rule,but wheres ur proof
goof
add another twist,
as i get more pissed,
already i can mark you off my ever growing hit list.
can you c me through that thick mist?
no i doubt it
not even if you reply shouting it.
or should i say sreaming
your ryhmeing has no meaning
i know your dreaming
but give up im hitting the ceiling
while your sat there peeling.
so come on hit back
get ur useless arse of the rack
even better put down the crack.
or is it you prefer 2 jack?
either way u sound tired,
u'l never ever be admired
word.....
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