Not certain exactly how I should approach this Maybe conjure up a storm of locusts Or maybe cockroaches Or a gang of angry bees Some type of plague or disease Its all the same to me Of everyone I know, I like you the least Ive lost all respect I could have ever carried Cmon Now I curse your name when its mentioned Get out Id shoot you in your face if I thought it would relieve the tension When I see you my tempers temperament just sky rockets I wanna grab a pipe wrench and put a dent in your eye socket Pry apart your jaws, pull out all your teeth Shove a funnel in ya, fill you up with ammonia and bleach Take this, take this Gotta get a grip, cant let you affect me like this But Im pissed, youre at the top of my shit list I wish youd slit your wrist and kiss an electric fence So the means can finally justify the ends I stare at you in contempt, you look at me the same Wont be content till I forget your fucking name Here I am once again, high out of my mind Staring at the mirror screaming Die motherfucker die!
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