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Ouch you’re a wall-talking son of a bitch
I’ll shoot you and your brainless body will suddenly twitch
To some, I’m just a stubbornly witch
To you, I’ll load up clips and shoot at your whip
You’re just a screwed up kid and stupidly thick
You talk to walls as your habit and your music is shit
All them drugs and beers got you dumb in the head
That’s why you stumble to bed, and are numb to your kid
Wish you went like your brother
And if not then you’re smothered
Pillow to wifey’s face go get another sandwich out of the cupboard
Fuck you and yo mothafuckin mother
I’ll kill you and your wife, like I kill an undercover
in another summer...