ill rush through doorways with more-ways to kill than em portrays//
and have your body crossin rivers, like cousins of Jorjes!//
whos that bitch above with two lines? man i hate those-strangers//
ill hang his body like a deer from my clothes-hangers//
an let him bleed to death, he needs to clean his breath//
but hes not capable of cleanin shit his brains not even left.....

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