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Finger pointing snob
written by Genocide Reaper02:40 PM 2/18/05| Pointing that finger again right at me, you run your mouth so much I don't see how you breath. Why don't you stop and put yourself in check you piece of shit, shove that fucking finger up your ass. Get down to the problem and you suddenly forget what was on your mind. Here I am listening to more bullshit than I can handle. I'd love to take the knife and twist it into your heart, yes bitch I've gone fucking mental. So why don't you just look over all those fucked up plans and cancel. I can't take it anymore. I just wanted you to know, personally I think you're a worthless whore. Wasted yet again, on the same high horse you place yourself. What kind of fame do you have? The kind that's hated by me and by the world. I'd love to see you take a dive from a building. I just want you dead. Take a purge. Take a plunge. Off into the depths of death I want to see you go. Finger pointing snob, you equal that of a fat ass lazy slob. Just another idiot. A knob of shit. A big berating blob. You do it to yourself. Maybe one of these day's you'll be torn apart by an enraged mob. |
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