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blood in! blood out!
wake the f-ck up! get em boys!

for every single broken bone i ever suffered,
for every cutthroat c-nt and gutless motherf-cker
want to kick me when i’m down?
want to stomp my head into the ground?
you won’t knock me off my two feet
i’m f-ckin’ built like an animal!

bad to the bone since the day i was born!

but i’ve got miles and miles
to go before i sleep
my nose is bleeding, head is spinning
i can’t f-ckin’ help from grinning
have i lost or am i winning?
let’s settle the score!

what are you looking for?
h-llo, angel-baby i don’t know anymore!
i have the story in my head
the pen and paper in my hand
i cannot seem to see this through from the beginning to the end

i suffer writers block and blurry vision
as fact begins to blend in with fiction
it’s hard to tell the difference when my subconscious
cleverly manifests itself into characters such as these

i’m a gypsy rebel fighter and i haven’t got a soul
i’ve got a pocket full of demons and my fists are made of stone
i’ve got the teeth of a great white
and i’ve worked up quite an appet-te
for all that mince-meat in between that vertebrae you call a spine

i throw a mean left hook
that could stop a f-ckin’ truck!
and i’ve got seven deadly reasons
why you shouldn’t push your luck
cause on my “colors” alb-m i showed you the flags that i was flying
but if you listen close enough you could see that i was trying to say

on the day i was born
they say the heavens wept
cause i was born with a crown of th-rns on my head
and the hearts of a million men in my chest!

i’m unstoppable!
two fingers up and singing f-ck the world!
oh yeah, i got my eye on you girl
and if i can’t have you, n-body will

1! 2! 3! 4!

i’m 22 years old and what the f-ck do i got to show?
i’ve got the skin on my muscles and the muscles on my bones
my bones encase my heart, my heart protects my soul
so tell me what the f-ck he’s got that i don’t!?

aside from the slit throat, and the broken neck
you’re gonna get if you don’t start showing me some f-cking respect, boy!

keep it together
deep breath, deep breath

f-ck him!
and f-ck her!
and f-ck you too!
f-ck what you say when it ain’t what you do
i’ve served my penance and i’ve paid my dues
not to suffer motherf-ckers and the likes of you

i’m gonna break, and when i do
i know that i’ll just blame you
but the truth is that i
am just so sick of my f-cking life, i want to die
you see i gave her my heart but she gave it back
so i took my little baby and i put her in a bag
then i stomped her f-ckin head in
till it blended with the floor

you’d be surprised how many people shed a tear for a wh-r- like you!

and at the funeral i was tearin’ up the dance floor
cause they were playing my favorite song!
all night long!
to my surprise, it was an open-casket
but the body in the coffin was mine
you see i knew right then
this was the f-ckin’ end
i’d clearly lost my f-ckin’ mind!

and the desperado knew right then
that true love, just ain’t in the cards for men like him
it’s a long and lonely road we walk
but someone’s gotta do it

remember who you are!

h-llo, angel-baby i don’t know anymore!
i have the story in my head
the pen and paper in my hand
i cannot seem to see this through from the beginning to the end

i suffer writers block and blurry vision
as fact begins to blend in with fiction
it’s hard to tell the difference when my subconscious
cleverly manifests itself into characters such as these

batter up! batter up! batter on deck!
take the blunt of this bat to the back of her head
three swings, three tries, if by chance she dies
first place price is called self-respect

you see a wh-r- is nothing more than a gutter with a face
the apex of her ethics can be found between her legs
so i don’t hesitate, no contemplate to send the b-tch to h-ll
you think i really give a flying f-ck about a jail cell? (h-ll naw)

my whole life is a prison
yeah i’m alive but that don’t mean that i’m living
in my chest lies a nest infested with war-monger maggots
and the man in the mirror is a self-destructing f-ggot
i ain’t f-ckin’ around this ain’t a god d-mn joke
if i don’t get this sh-t out i think i’m gonna f-ckin choke!

everybody claims to be hard but they’ve never felt real pain
you see baby real’s my middle name!

(to be continued)

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