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Anonymous
I've got my pistol pon cock
Ready to lay shots non-stop
Until I see your monkey-ass drop
And let your homies know who done it
Cause when it comes to this gangsta shit
you muthafuckas know who run it
>> Anonymous
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So when you put this muthafucka to the test
You gotta realize somethin, nigga: (you fuckin with the very best)
I've got this killer up inside of me
I can't talk to my mother, so I talk to my diary
>> Anonymous
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GHANDISMASH
>> Anonymous
you say you got the skills,
pfft, maybe to suck cocks, the kind of skills you find in a cereal box.

please, explain to me how you convince yourself
every night not to just fucking shoot yourself

you say you're intelligent, sensitive and romantic,
but buddy, all you really are is too fucking pedantic

droning on about your everyday life,
or about what you did at home alone last night

i mean man, shut up, i've had enough of your shit, don't say another word, just end it

manifestation, just one fucking bullet
your death wouldn't be much of a loss now would it?

not even your mom would cry, you wanna know why? she already spends most of her time wishing you'd die.


and that, my fellow channers, is rape.