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Oct 15
There isn't enough doom in these lands, it seems rude
Beating people to death with lead, I know it seems crude
Leaving you mangled and ****** in a pile, its all tangled
Telling lies to your mom, to get her naked is my angle
Im sick in the brain, Im skizofranic, and my own friend
In the dark I talk to myself, trying to predict the end
The social security checks I stole from your grandma
Smoke from a glass pipe, ninjitsu dodging radars
I don't care if you hate me, more than likely I hate you
Mutilating your body into peices just to chew
Anti social tendencies, telling children to *******
I throw them out of buildings, knowing their landing isn't soft
I've killed myself along time ago, my ego is dead
Before i decapitate your girlfriend, then get dome from her severed head
Im a ninja assassin creeping invisible through your halls
Then I'll steal something petty, before kicking you in the *****
Siphoning your happiness, anyone who gets near
Getting high huffing gas fumes, before visions of fear
Written by
Keith  37/M/United States
(37/M/United States)   
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