Bitch I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you
in a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you
Fuck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up!
I'm trying to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em.
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Now be some good little bastards and open you're texts books to page seven where it reads that god got drunk, drove heaven into a tree now you have no reason to continue to breathe.