They roll off my tongue like daggers,
Don't mess with this bitch,
I leave behind cadavers.
There's nothing I can't fight,
Your love, your hate,
I won't quit until you die, me right.
Think there's a stopping point,
You're talking to the wrong miser,
A drop to the ground, I break joints.
Grow old, grow wiser,
It's winter even in the summer bitch,
Shit luck running into this schizer.
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