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U wanna come back from the dead, I can here sense it
I can see it in ur eyes…it being, the sight of failure and weird lenses
Everytime I make matchups, I get ugly faggots n’ get turds
Bitch ur hair’s so Shaggy, u’d fit PERFECTLY on the cartoon network’
I listen to all kinds of music, fuck this whores dead
Hoobastank’s crawlin in the dark…u got hair crawlin’ down ur forehead
When I heard ‘bout the war, I already knew that’s wrong
I’d give peace a chance, but then I’d just make another wack son
Word’s spreadin’ to the people n’ everyone heard its true
I’ll leave ur lips so Chapman, u’ll think I’m the faggot who murdered u