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I'm starting up a death wish to express this a whole list of ************* that I'd **** quick if they didn't move or get the **** out of my life and stay the **** outta mine before I cut your wife and take her life too and all the babies you grew you little ****** *** phoney player hating you must've been brought up wrong and learned different than me i don't like the way you say my name when you're talking about me I can taste the resentment and ******** sarcastic beneath the smile I see the ***** and the hate the mistrust don't get your face misplaced don't make me go to the store and register for a gun just to run up in your house and watch you scream and run I don't need that but trust me, when I wake up I feel like that's all I breathe and my heart deceives and tells me that I'd love to see someone bleed my enemies don't even know me and the truth about it is they can blow me I used to be nice I used to try to understand but now a days only so much ******** I can take as a grown man before I explode and back out and roll over your body in my audi my truck don't give no ***** neither so either apologize or beat it but either way I'm gonna move on with my day but just remember what I said before I'm really sick and tired of being played
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
Don't Play
I'm starting up a death wish to express this a whole list of ************* that I'd **** quick if they didn't move or get the **** out of my life and stay the **** outta mine before I cut your wife and take her life too and all the babies you grew you little ****** *** phoney player hating you must've been brought up wrong and learned different than me i don't like the way you say my name when you're talking about me I can taste the resentment and ******** sarcastic beneath the smile I see the ***** and the hate the mistrust don't get your face misplaced don't make me go to the store and register for a gun just to run up in your house and watch you scream and run I don't need that but trust me, when I wake up I feel like that's all I breathe and my heart deceives and tells me that I'd love to see someone bleed my enemies don't even know me and the truth about it is they can blow me I used to be nice I used to try to understand but now a days only so much ******** I can take as a grown man before I explode and back out and roll over your body in my audi my truck don't give no ***** neither so either apologize or beat it but either way I'm gonna move on with my day but just remember what I said before I'm really sick and tired of being played
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
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