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Dec 2013
Every wich way a switch blade cuts
The divets of the wounds give me a rush
Just enough too make me blush
Like...*******! can you really tell I like it that much?
Give me a bucket full of blood and a paint brush
I'll paint these walls, while you build a dutch
Never ever, lean on me cause I'm not a crutch
-J.A.M
JAM
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