OK YØU'RE RIGHT I'M EVIL
They say I'm a nihilist, I'm high enough not to believe 'em, I'LL KILL YOU BY CUTTIN' YOUR WRIST, OKAY YOU'RE RIGHT I'M REALLY EVIL, I can wrap a rope around your neck, Sorry, I cannot control myself, I can rip the ridge off your already stabbed back, WELL, MY DOC EXPECTED THAT I'D BREAK WITHOUT NO VIOLENCE, IF I HAD A SOUL I WOULD BE SORRY FOR HIS EXPECTATIONS, BUT I'M NOT SUBJECT TO NO SYMPATHY, I'M FRESH, I'M NOT EDGY, I DON'T EVEN TRYNA BE THAT FRIENDLY, I DO WHAT I WANT AND YEAH, I'M BLOODTHIRSTY LATELY I pierce holes in the backs of all traitors, All of you should with your head to lay low, Some of you may find yourself in YOUR OWN POOL OF BLOOD, I'll make y'all pay the price for all the sins YOU'VE EVER DONE, YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS BUILT ON SINS, YOU LOCKED THE DEMON IN ME, HE WILL ENSLAVE YOUR VILE SOUL When all the hate is piled up I just wanna spill blood and then I feel better. That's a load off my mind when I take parasitic life and filter the world from filthy worms... Ahhh... I'm just blowing off steam... That's all...
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