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Bella Vista, Arkansas, United States
-Nothing personal
Like a flesh wound with some puss, yuck
What the ♥♥♥♥, the flow nuts
Did I stut-t-t-t-t-ter? Boy, I'm coming for your blood
Psycho, I might go, the cycle unbreakable
Mentally I'm in a state of insatiable pain
I hit a rift in my brain
Ten toes for the gang
With a foot up in the grave
♥♥♥♥ with my brothers, promise that's your life
Young George Bush, I'ma crash out twice
Blacked out cloak with the iced out scythe
This is not no song, it's a dead man's plight