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I catch myself staring at your face when you're not awake I just can't help it, no, no Just having you here lying next to me It's the little things that

You're a slave to my long eyelashes You're not cranked but you're in agony Love with me is iridescent confliction Poor thing, I know you're hungry 'Cause

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Father, yes I confess for doin' it I had a brain, but life had to ruin it Screwin' it, dissinfected dissected, don't respect it When you put me in a

Yeah what you need? Yeah let me get a large order of fries and ugh No fries Excuse me? No fries man Oh, well bust be out then All right then give me

Why don't you go into the next room And start getting undressed? What's your pleasure? Fat sweaty Betty, the bitch ain't nothing new Her mom's used to

Perched up like a gargoyle waiting up in a tree Dropped down upon a victim fall so silently Clown paint with a hoodie my face glows at night Lurking

They got uzis, they got shotguns, they got explosives They got access to any kind of weapon they want within 24 hours We got over 50,000 gangbangers out

Come here man check it out You know there laughing at you man Fuck them man you know what im sayin come down here man And join the carnival man Gangsters