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Mar 2015
Kindly back the *******
Can't you see I'm ******
Not at you not at all
But I might unleash it

I've had more than enough
I'm way beyond mift
My hand,your head,that wall
You stupid *******

They pulled the pin
This is it
This is it

I don't know why I'm mad
Forgot to take my pills
My fists are shaking with rage
And my face is turning red

Think I'm gonna do something bad
This is not at my will
Rabid bear in a cage
And it hasn't been fed

They pulled the pin
This is it
This is it

Don't even make a sound
Shut up you're going down

You're blood on my hands
Don't tell me I can't

Cause I will
The feeling that kills

Blind aggression leave me now
All my anger get the **** out

Don't even make a sound
Shut up you're going down

You're blood on my hands
Don't tell me I can't

Cause I will
The feeling that kills
Tommy Johnson
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Tommy Johnson  New Jersey
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     mark cleavenger, Arcassin B, --- and SPT
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