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If I asked you politely Would you quietly **** off? The crap you keep saying Is like a tubercular cough. If lies were visible to us You’d look like a gas cloud. You don’t just think like a fool You say it all out loud. Take a ride on the Reading Do not pass go. Go directly to jail, **** For a decade or so. You don’t have any credit With me, that is for sure. If you are a disease I bet Science hasn’t found a cure. It’s almost like nobody has Ever taught you about things Like transparent lying, and Disgusting racist mutterings. The only thing that stinks more Than you is your philosophy. It’s just psychotic ramblings And not much else to me. You’ve lost all your possessions From decisions you have made. Now your half interest in hell is A thousand degrees in the shade. When you talk, nobody listens Because they know you will lie. We hide when we see you coming And come out after you pass by. Take a ride on the Reading Do not pass go. Go directly to jail, **** For a decade or so. You don’t have any credit With me, that is for sure. If you are a disease I bet Science hasn’t found a cure.
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
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If I asked you politely Would you quietly **** off? The crap you keep saying Is like a tubercular cough. If lies were visible to us You’d look like a gas cloud. You don’t just think like a fool You say it all out loud. Take a ride on the Reading Do not pass go. Go directly to jail, **** For a decade or so. You don’t have any credit With me, that is for sure. If you are a disease I bet Science hasn’t found a cure. It’s almost like nobody has Ever taught you about things Like transparent lying, and Disgusting racist mutterings. The only thing that stinks more Than you is your philosophy. It’s just psychotic ramblings And not much else to me. You’ve lost all your possessions From decisions you have made. Now your half interest in hell is A thousand degrees in the shade. When you talk, nobody listens Because they know you will lie. We hide when we see you coming And come out after you pass by. Take a ride on the Reading Do not pass go. Go directly to jail, **** For a decade or so. You don’t have any credit With me, that is for sure. If you are a disease I bet Science hasn’t found a cure.
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
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