wrapped up in tin foil is all my desires,
place em in the microwave and set them on fire,
lurking in the parking lot slashing your tires,
I like the sound of your skull connecting with my pliers,
Ill try her, and maybe discard that option,
trying to find something that i actually trust in,
define your group by assholes, and Ill bust in,
kill you all and i dont even need a mac 10,
cuz my tongue is like a blade, Itll leave you in tatters,
reduce you to something that resembles a splatter,
Ive seen me in the mirror, so what im fatter,
Ill serve you your shit on a silver platter,
for the latter, just leave the tip on the table,
and for that matter, please spare some change if your able,
diggin for answers is like raping your navel,
Well all take turns before I dip in my ladle,
And Im able, to lyrically bust anything,
and im able, to at any time sing,
And Ill trade you my life for one good thing,
cuz im still searching for the joy life brings,
red, blue, and yellow, those are primary colors,
pain, sick, and sadness, these are life struggles,
And my insides seem to be filled with trouble,
finding out twice that I dont have lovers,
So Ill get the rubbers, and grab her by the waist,
maybe later Ill take her to my secret Hiding Place,
tie her up so she cant escape,
so well hidden she cant be traced,
so everyday i can have my way: Rape,
who said I cant fix my love life with duct tape?
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