Trunk full of demons hear them screaming, I think I should be leaving, Hope for the joke that said hes leading, Better hold back like hair receading, Or else youll be recieving, Beatings with a bag full of glass and bat, Ready to attack like Im mad at the world, Give me your money forget about girls, Im one of my kind, Something a formula couldnt design, Everyone thought I was out of my mind but Im always inside where the sun dont shine, It never gets old like Im dreaming Im feeling its hunting season believe me I have my reasons was fiening but now Im feeding, Im lurking in shadows and leave through the backdoor you call me an asshole but I know I am, Just too much to handle Im burning like candles Im winning these battles but something within, Keeps me from coming together Im falling apart and its eating my skin, Dont know what this is! Someone come find me and tie and kill me Im feeling again, Grinding my teeth in my sleep, Dreaming of enemies weeping defeat, Open my eyes to a field full of ditches with rotting cadavers relaxing beneath, Acomplice to murder this beat is deceased, Sacked with a bag yelling Flocab PLEASE!! I unloaded the clip with her hands on her head as shes down on her knees. -Flocab
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 21:58:26 +0000
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