a quick sixteen lines
I wanted to stand out, so I fucked the crowd
Made thunder sound and dug up the underground
Spat in ultrasound, then went n wondered round
Til I found the Virgin Mary and gunned her down
So go back to your house, and steal daddy's knife
Then stab yourself in the mouth and tell me what it feels like
Look I'm not sick, I only mimic real life
This ain't no gimmick so gimmie back that steel knife
My head ain't workin', n my body's still jerkin'
So I grab a handful of pills n wash 'em down with some bourbon
After murderin' a suburban, punk ass bitch
Who thought I was wack so he died for having thunk that shit
I'm left harmin' wives, with these carvin' knives
Cause I've eaten all my bullets n I've got two starvin' nines
Your bitch ain't just fat, she's an alarmin' size
Two countries go thirsty as her over garment dries
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