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I'm sick of times, I'm sick of rhymes, I'm sick of lies, I'm sick of tries
I'm sick of bullshit, I'm sick on a bitch, I'm sick to fuck every chick
I'm sick of bitches, I'm sick of dishes, I'm sick of this
I'm sick of you, fuck you, no I don't know you, and no I don't owe you
A damn thing, 'cause I know what you think, you think, that I owe you your life
That's does not sound right, 'cause look at you, you're white
So give me the knife, so I can stab you, grab you by the throat and cut you
Oh shit, the knife is stuck too, I can't cut through your neck,
But what about your legs, cut them off, oh, and now you beg
Me to let you go, okey, no I don't think so, I have to kill you
Then invite my friends and grill you, and we gonna beat you up,
Suddenly you're blue, and red, shooting you in the head, look at this bitch, He's dead, haha, I killed him, 'cause I didn't care about him, fuck him
He's dead now, Hahahaha!
Annons
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