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You'll Never Ssshhh Me (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette,LA)

one more time if you push me you'll never ssshhh me i will get up in your face violate your space stick my dick in your life and fuck the shit apart too smart to fall prey to what you say you ignorant slut with your worn out butt don't even recall your own lies sipping on your chai's trying to dry your eyes you hated facing the truth would rather lose your tooth didn't need a fist to strike your face my words fell like mace blinding your lying ass no sass from you to cover your shit so get on gone i'll teach you to appreciate me differentiate me from the suckers you're used to fuckers who do what you say caught you up the rapture before i slapped ya so dumb you don't even know what's hit you choo choo like a train i'll run over your life my cargo? strife make you miserable as you can be what a visual the criminal needs a miracle satirical yeah that's funny as fuck so cluck cluck like the chicken pussy punk you are and run away superstar sell your crazy up on down the road i showed you the real me you don't even know which version of you you want to be today spray gasoline on it and blow up our past it couldn't last i'm so much smarter than you you'll need glue to put your pieces back together boo

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