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Bitch
01:11
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Womanhood in decay is cool shit. Acting in a pornflick. From you, I expect nothing more. Get raped as a fucking whore.
Femail chauvinist pigs, you make me fucking sick. It’s time for you to stand back, I will break your fucking neck.
This world has gone to hell. Young girls see you as a role model. What happened to female pride. Let’s weed these bitches out!
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Snake
00:57
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A big joke now that is you. There is nothing more that I want to do. Fucking me over didn’t make me break. I spit venom like a snake.
I’m moving on and you’re still stuck, realizing you’re the one that’s fucked.
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Punks
00:57
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At the show swinging with you knife. Your mommy picks you up with the car. Your mohawk is not an extension of your brain. The hairspray eraised all your braincells.
Let’s wait Let’s wait Let’s wait a few years. Let’s wait to see if your still here.
Names on your jacket of bands you don’t know, you bought it at an overpriced store. You try to tell me what punks is about, let’s wait a few years are you still around?
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Cunts
01:27
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You say that it is ok. That everyone should have their say. But I can’t tolerate. This racist shit is what I hate. Fucking nazi scum drop dead you fucking cunt’s. There is only one way for them. Out of the fucking system!
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Jelly
01:13
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Your brains turned into jelly, your critical few into a blur. After all this asscrap, you forgot what you could be living for.
Jelly Jelly Jelly Jelly
Glossy gossip magazines, reality shows on the fucking tube. Your brains turned into jelly. You’ve lost the fucking truth!
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Diamonds
00:30
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When I look into your eyes, dollarsigns is what I see. Unhappiness equals fortune. That’s pretty sick to me.
Diamonds are a girls...
So, you left your husband, the old bastard had more cash. Do you think about your diamonds when he fucks you in your ass.
Diamonds are a girls best friend.
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Misanthrope
01:17
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People killing people. There is nothing as sick as human kind. People killing people. It seems everyone lost there fucking mind.
I’m a misanthrope. I’m not proud of it. I’m a misanthrope. It’s the only way to survive this shit.
You say a lot has changed since the middle ages but this sick society is about to fucking fall.
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Now
01:13
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Greedy fucking bastards. Short attention, easy impulses whores. You don’t care about change. You only care about ‘more’.
You’ve been talking/taking shit back in the past. It’s time to pull your head out of your ass.
There are people dying. Planet earth is almost gone. So let’s all pretend, that there’s nothing wrong.
We’ve had the love generation, generation X and Y. This is generation crap. I don’t want to live up to that!
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Beater
01:16
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You crashed your car when you were strung out. You never made your momma proud. You’re a worthless piece of shit and you can not deal with it. So you beat up your wife, you ruin her life. Monkey see. Monkey do.
You fuck up once more. You knock her on the floor. Monkey see. Monkey do.
You fuck up once more. You knock her on the floor. If I had your brain, I’ll shit on you.
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10. |
Blap
00:26
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Blap Blap Blap. I just wanna fuck!
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