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I've got nothing to say here, but lend me your ears and i'll delude your fear with dribble, the bounce of the words is what counts you fickle little son of a cunt, see your birth? it hurt and the month you came is when the stars were in the same place as they've ever been, it's the globe that spins.
Getting all wriled to win, you've got the same freudian complex that we all have from your wee mummy patting your back, repeat after me you untestable nutsack; you are not special, you are not beautiful nor a unique snowflake, your fake, your the same decaying organic matter as everything else; i am Jacks ill flow full pelt.
it's funny all of a sudden how every adolescent reckons that the world has beckoned there shite amateur shots at getting all hot on the topic, like, why am 'I,' even rapping man? I'm white and scottish! but to create faith is to create fate, but know that it's nothing but a mind delusion that is in no way less real than the quantam illusion; we are but bullshit and truth in fusion.
wrote rolls and rolls of explosive dope shit, stoked, poking ho's throwing hocus pocus, fuck my remorse i deny the anguish, talk higher forms of the english language x2
sixteen year old bitch, i'm a superstar, look at me getting all more mashed than you are.
invincible i've got the shield of stubborn i am the techno re-birth of Rabbi Burns, yeah, conviction is in confliction with observation but from the same tounge i think what i've sungs a contradiction, euh, what have i done? have i got it all wrong?
6 valium the problems gone.
self medicating, meditating, love hating, rough playing, i crossed the gate and met Satan, he's very polite but he's getting quite impatient, he's misunderstood like i had him debating about, the overlooking of paths once forsaken but, that's for another fucking song WHERE'S THE WHISKY?!
i rhyme tight and that's final dickface.
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worm66,
released September 18, 2013
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