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Nov 2014
You're not the one at fault here, just merely pickin' up old lines
Middle of all this sheerly rotten, cold pride 'n' fear fibbin' some lies
You're not the reason I'm saying what I'm saying or even saying anything at all I'm just saying what's on my mind
That wasn't really that well timed, it was ill timed, remind me why, no
No way, just go, away, you are insane, and a disgrace
You replaced my behavior with that of a grenade
All you had to do was just pull the pin, in a well mannered way
"How have you been? Do you believe in sin?"
Oh Christ here we go, you're wearin' me thin, and we didn't even begin
yet! Here we are a-gain, pinchin' my back 'n' openin' me up like a clothes pin
Gee wiz, since when, did you, up'n, lay down, be-side, me 'n', crawl in, my skin
You ****,-in just, made me laugh my hardest
No doubt in my mind, this is the long-est time
I've ever felt this high!
'Cept nope, I'm down in the dumps
Not really down though, just going over visiting
"To grandmother's house we go!"
My attempt at rapping. Beat: Eminem's "Bad Guy". A work in progress
Paul Cassano
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Paul Cassano  Maine
(Maine)   
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   Creep and SPT
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