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dev the follower - horror story lyrics

locked in a room, already impending doom/
behind bars, spinning stars; i’m screwed/
reflecting on my past, ripped my heart in two/
now i hate everything ‘cause i am scrooge/
come to my cell, i invited you/
get third degree burns until you’re made to collude/
feed malignant cancer, consumed in food/
and tell a prude to send me nudes or i’m done with you/
you wanna hang with my crew? bring the loot/
or my .45 jacket rings the roof/
i’m telling you that i have seen the coop/
down with the streets, there is pee and p–p/
and all the garbage that i’ve stepped in with boot/
i wish we would have seen the potential in proof/
but the streets murked him and shot him too/
all for what? ‘cause the street is a douche/

this is my horror story/
made up in the corridor/
locked and imported for/
all these flooring, boring wh-r-s/
tied together from door to door/
storing crack money but too poor to deport/
i’m courting all these raconteurs, louis pasteur/
alchemist and chemists are to sort at the court/
i can’t afford a tour, ‘cause i florida explore/
i don’t drive a ford explorer; i’m not -ssorted for the shorted morgues and corporate h–rded monitors and dorks/
lured in by the city, all employed amb-ssadors/
tell ‘em p-ss the torch, i’m living p-ssed the porch/
give ‘em more, i endure the past, though it’s back and forth/
hunting boor, snout and snore, i’ll engorge the pork/
nothing swore the gored sh-r- of aborted wars/
blood and gore from all distorted restores/
then it’s 50 shades of amours from before/

yeah

dev the follower

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