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Haters, haters, hiding in the closets, hiding in faeces your putrid minds full of fears and all your weaknesses You are not men but degenerates and cowards in excesses but in your attempts to distract away from your deseases Look the parents you have and you know you're like rat fleas you lack a lot which makes you so angry and in pieces Washing once a week on other days its wet towel on faces smerge on stunted wieners never to be a winner at the races You're un-cool all you do is pretend but you ain't got the aces as charmless as chicken *** you're the left-behind in chases Never had a true compliment because you have no graces deep down you're a mess and petrified of background traces You have ***** linens and bad secrets buried in bad places you're nasty, think nasty and 've done things that debases Always afraid you pick on your betters rocking in perfect places full of inferiority complexes  real abilities get up your noses You've wet your bed and at night  you knowyou're ********* playing macho when in reality you want to do men's ***** Nobody likes the faceless cowards and abject scorn they entices partners and frenemies are there for themselves and free passes They see through them and smell their weakness without paces faking laughter at their hate and anger at winners they despises Haters are sick sad losers miserable inferiors with dark devises never happy, never content just slimy cowards in dumb disguises
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
Inchwood to U. Bard Wazungus et all....
Haters, haters, hiding in the closets, hiding in faeces your putrid minds full of fears and all your weaknesses You are not men but degenerates and cowards in excesses but in your attempts to distract away from your deseases Look the parents you have and you know you're like rat fleas you lack a lot which makes you so angry and in pieces Washing once a week on other days its wet towel on faces smerge on stunted wieners never to be a winner at the races You're un-cool all you do is pretend but you ain't got the aces as charmless as chicken *** you're the left-behind in chases Never had a true compliment because you have no graces deep down you're a mess and petrified of background traces You have ***** linens and bad secrets buried in bad places you're nasty, think nasty and 've done things that debases Always afraid you pick on your betters rocking in perfect places full of inferiority complexes  real abilities get up your noses You've wet your bed and at night  you knowyou're ********* playing macho when in reality you want to do men's ***** Nobody likes the faceless cowards and abject scorn they entices partners and frenemies are there for themselves and free passes They see through them and smell their weakness without paces faking laughter at their hate and anger at winners they despises Haters are sick sad losers miserable inferiors with dark devises never happy, never content just slimy cowards in dumb disguises
yenson
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
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