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				Blood Party
			 
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 This is just me spouting scheiße out my ass. Except unlike my last peice, this one rhymes. And it also takes things from other sources a lot more blatant. (Like you can't tell which lines were tooken from DMX or from NWA. Pft.)
 Blood Party
 
 It's only night time when you're shunned from the sun
 Like Chuck D said it's easier to forget me than to come get me
 Fight for peace, fuck for virginity
 Since when is drugs, supremecy and mysoginy the holy trinity
 You got a second for your son mother?
 I'm trying to talk, it's either that or fight or run, brother
 Lets take a walk
 As we go a little something like this, HIT IT!
 Heres a little gangster short in size
 A sad clown mask is his only disguise
 Built like a twig and easy to snap
 I'm just sick of taking all of your crap
 I know I was created for better things
 Yet sometimes my mind feels like a collision of trains
 Burning a covered bridge with the grass seed from the trail
 Oregonian my sodomized ass, I'm more likely the son of Ba'al
 Son of a pervert, son of a man
 I came out in the fetal position never wanting to stand
 Because I knew my legs would crumble underneath me
 So no one, not even the government, would ever seek me
 No one'll want me, no one'll need me
 Cut me open and watch me bleed, see? SEE?!?!
 Emotional? Yeah, I'm emotional, wouldn't you be?
 To find you'd be nothing without a computer and TV
 I can get rid of the garbage but I can't get rid of the love
 Or my brain, or my heart, or whatever the fuck I'm made of
 I'm not obsessed with being the best
 I'm obsessed with being able to express
 Any of my thoughts or feelings and then be at rest
 Because when I get test I get so hard pressed
 To be able to spit the wisdom that show I've been blessed
 Can you love me, any body?
 Would you kiss me? Would you hug me?
 Would you be for me what I would be for you?
 Would you do for me anything for you that I would do?
 Life is shit, and I am full of life
 Stryfe is a bitch, but she's also my wife
 So is misery and so is pain
 So is everything, so is anything
 I got sunshine in a bag on a cloudy day
 When it's cold outside, I let the fire spray
 And burn everything, Just so I could say
 Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, paint it gray
 I could of painted it black, but thats politically incorrect
 Paint it African American, and paint it with respect
 But respect only the woman, because I hate the black man
 I hate the white man, I hate the yellow man, I hate every man
 I hate men impaling women through their torsos
 All humans cause pain but men do it more so
 Of course I am a man and yeah I'm causing pain
 But at least I only do so by picking at your brain
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