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Media trap (My debate with a Prick)
written by Genocide Reaper02:47 AM 8/16/04| All the media, all the times when your calls and cries went unheard, if your best friend dies who the fuck do you have? Who? And as I sat and debated with an Ignorant prick we talked of my twisted state he said was Sick. I told him to Fuck himself with a pistol, he needs to fucking die, with his High mighty attitude. We talked some more, with our arguments scaling higher, and higher, his points invalid, mine never retracted.. then he said I was a Sell out.. Well, Punk ass little bitch I got a little somthing to say. I'm the Fucking Man, so Bow down. I sold my Soul to my God. You sold yours for a Book.. Eat my Words, smooth like razors, you claim there is no pain I know there is.. All your reading here, is a Prodcut, calling, waiting, for you. To send me.. More Money.. My Debate with an Ignorant Prick..Fuck him, Fuck his ways. Fuck his thought. Send me Money..Fuck him.. Fuck his ways.. Send me money.. All you see, all your days on TV and on the Streets, is to Be, there for your Eye to Catch. Spend your Money. Spend your Money.. All you know about me is what I told you.. Back away.. All your Doing is feeding the money hungery corporate Industry's waiting for your Dollar...Now..BUY! BUY! BUY! MY NEW THOUGHT! BUY NOW BUY BUY! MY NEW IDEA! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! BUY THIS ON EBAY! BUT ITS FREE! FUCK YOUR MONEY! FUCK YOUR MONEY! SIN FOR MONEY! FUCK YOUR! MONEY! |
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