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I tend to use a fn
So i dont kill the neighbors
When i shoot at strangers
Optic green like ranger
Both knees and then i brain em
Your other son u should restrain em
Straight for vitals when i fade him
Arteries im not a fighter
See a weakness im striking
She see tattoos and shes biting
Pop off in her pussy like a saw off
Fingerbang her mouth with a plan b
Uh hu easy child murder she exhale with a slight cough
I wanna treat myself
Way better than anyone else
I wanna treat myself
Way better than anyone else
Looking like a young school shooter
Pull and i maneuver
No license so im hoping out the uber
Treat my peers like manure
She say im Taurus its cool
So i pull her real close and tell her not to go to school
Im the monarch of monotony
This atonal monopoly
Meaning that this monotone my property
Broken hearts are caviar
And acquired taste like modern art
You arent who you say you are
I wanna treat myself
Way better than anyone else
I wanna treat myself
Way better than anyone else
I wanna treat myself
Way better than anyone else
I wanna treat myself
Way better than anyone else
With my poltergeist position
I thrive on plane collision
Yes that falling fission
Seems the grounds the mission
Seems my stomachs missing
Guilty and im privileged
And they hate me cuz i listen
Gazing at the ceiling
With empathy and feeling
I understand your reasons
For leaving the living
The weirdness in your skin
The cessation of beginning
The severance of been
The subtly of sin
I wish we felt good so again
I wish we felt good so again
Guilty and im privileged
And they hate me cuz i listen
Gazing at the ceiling
With empathy and feeling
I understand your reasons
For leaving the living
The weirdness in your skin
The cessation of beginning
I wanna treat myself
Way better than anyone else
I wanna treat myself
Way better than anyone else
I wanna treat myself
Way better than anyone else
I wanna treat myself
Way better than anyone else
Headstrong hit you with my rings on
Theme song yeah well it gotta be "Gone"
I don't know how to tell you that it wasn't perfect
I don't know how to tell you that it wasn't worth it
You're a demon, you're a aid, I'm a Sterling Serpent
What a pair to depart in the autumn air
I'm impervious to curses
You're a witch then try your worst
I spit on my nail and I throw it in the dirt
Greek, greek magic? a little older
Book of the Dead is even more so
If you find a copy ima make a down deposit
If you find a copy ima make a down deposit