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This kids only hopes to compete-wit-mime's, I'll pull an shove ya heart in ah clock so your nothing but ah "beat-in-times" //
Now take ya seat-in-line, I'll consume your eyes just so you can "watch your back" before I eat-your-spine //
Killin em, destructions-weaks its like I droped blimpes over "naked parades" the way I bring a crush-on-streaks //
Wishin ... shit, jus dont fuckin-speak ........... //
N' I'll bring "soul" to ya heart n' put my feet-through-ya-chest, you ah "music fan" you'll die happy when I "beat"-you-to-death //
Its Over
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