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Cuntdama
written by Genocide Reaper12:59 AM 1/24/05| Time to go crying home to mama, you worthless shit bag named kodama, I don't care what you say, but this is the price you pay. When you just can't shut the fuck up and go away. I don't even know why you try, you can't write, So I'll dub the shit you spew wasted spite. The snakes at your feet now coiled and ready to strike, just one bite. That's all it takes, to kill you tonight. What was that? More bullshit, like I said before cunt, I'll be blunt its wasted all of your work is just a front. Trying to be something you're not. Acting like you have something no one else has got. You might as well just kill yourself now and start to rot, because honestly speaking, your poetic trash is equal to that of a two year olds snot. Now don't take this the wrong way, I'm just trying to say. That it doesn't matter what you do or what you try, you'll never stop me, not tomorrow or today, you can't stop a soul on top. Zip it, I know you want to speak something poetic, but it won't come out, because before you open your mouth to shout your jaw will be hanging down. Broken, just like your crown. Your majesty of foolish miniscule, you gutter dwelling tool. Just another idiot trying to ridicule to become cool. |
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Hey, no hard feelings.. Just remember, Karma always comes knocking on your door sooner or later.
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