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| 28 Days Miscellaneous Kill The Fake (Seshoo) a puppet on a string what do you bring, nothin everybodies looking for a quick buck and buffin the dick of the powers that be not 28d, conplacency is not my style as you can see, fuck it that's not me it's like every time i turn on the box i gotta watch another manufactured band that sucks cock gotta listen to suckers who don't know diddley squat dance steps is their reps and no props go out to slop it's not fresh I got my shit down on the road shoot yourself in the foot when you're talkin out your spincter, boy just another toy and your climbing out of the box you don't write shit but you're convinced your shit rocks I got my shit down on the road shoot yourself in the foot when you're talkin out your spincter, boy just another toy and your climbing out of the box you don't write shit but you're convinced your shit rocks Now you don't write nothing leave it up to your puppeteers you better hope it sells now cause give it two years another humdrum throw away is what it becomes a massive debt that someones got to play at the end of the short day can't sell a record because you're so wak you cold sold your soul can't deal with the payback You see I got my shit down on the road shoot yourself in the foot when you're talkin out your spincter, boy just another toy and your climbing out of the box you don't write shit but you're convinced your shit rocks. kick it! hay yo! |
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