the reason u gonna lose is B-cuz I inclosed U in my imploded vortex
all reasons of escape R enevatable, My throne is 2 dense, I call it vortext
this girl thought of suicide when my torture chamber got sufficient contents
me there wit a hatchet cuting fingers off 1 by 1 & sorting out my instruments
finally i had enough and snaped back the clip of a mak, slaped then tacked
head & brain debree where freed all over as they scattered & then backed
intestines & skin attached to bone where intangled in neck like it was slacked
pulled ya body ligaments into a puddle of mudd, all kinds of shit left it tracked
parents found out bout what sout out in this event and laughed at the trout
cuz yer a fish like when ya go 2 prison & missin, they love whats out ya mout
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