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Maxime
- Fuck him... I ain't got need this traitor... He Fucking double crosses me... He befriends you...
- Then he ditches you tomorrow.
- I never would've said what I think right now 4 years ago,
- back when friendship used to never hit the dark below,
- first I felt like shit without this piece of it, then drowned in my sorrow,
- seems like yesterday was fictitious and there was no tomorrow,
- but even now I feel like the breath of a cold wind,
- thought I was weaned, finally dismissed this fucking fiend,
- telling me "what is it like to know that your best pal didn't give two fllying fucks about you?
- maybe he was too slick and shifty for you, that's why he took advantage of you."
- Of course he did! Back when I was fourteen, was just a corny shy preteen,
- so skinny that I used to lack confidence, so getting my ass beat was a routine,
- it was so much easy for Maxime to collaborate instead of defending his dog,
- So I had to get him back to show him that I remained tough even if I looked soft,
- guess I have to leave them bad memories up there in the loft,
- up in this place, I'm starting being bored, maybe this work will help me get lost,
- jotting rhymes talking about a fucked up life that I use as an excuse,
- cause the lack of purpose can destroy a whole youth when you got nothing to loose,
- Fuck a pen, I'll rather take a knife, then bounce to this fucker's crib,
- and stab this Korean bitch, so I could mix yellow blood with ink.
- Now I would never diss my homie without a good reason,
- take a second to listen so you could know what's a real treason,
- just put yourself in my position, just try and envision,
- being a young busta who gets fucked up and has no oxygen,
- everywhere you go, cocksuckers enjoy spitting at you venom,
- you're always on your own, no one got your back inside the prison,
- and to top it all your dog was all but genuine,
- leaving you get your ass kicked, you're struggling,
- but he just laughs at it, he ain't giving no shit,
- my whole 9th grade was garbage, some kind of pit full of shit,
- just like this dipshit when he makes you believe he cares about friendship,
- but all this dick really wants is get quick, what's in your wallet.
- Cause even if he forgot me, he didn't forget my fucking debt,
- this fat ass used to be my doff, but he thought I was his pet,
- fatal mistake, this bitch wants me to reimburse him today,
- he asks me that whereas he never seen me on any holidays?
- Fuck that, he's the one who gonna pay.
- So, you want me to give you what I owe you?
- Fine I'm coming over to your resident, I'm inches away from you,
- Got in my back pack a Mac, some snack,
- a pad where I write down my craps in these raps,
- which ain't sound trap, but boom bap,
- and some crack, which became my new vice, because of you, douchebag!
- Speaking of which I'm really on the rag, so I'mma grab some glue and sniff it,
- damn, looks like I'm floating, can't even feel my stiff feet,
- heading toward your crib to slaughter you during your sleep,
- this is for your lack of consideration for me and for putting me on blast and shit,
- I'mma get you back, chubby chump, I should've done that all along!
- putting you on a song, then show up at your house and slice your tongue,
- well, seems I'm already arrived to your home, expected cash, didn't ya?
- Guess what, I'm about to slash ya like a slice of pizza, then crush ya heart like a ninja,
- but fuck it, I wanna play it rough, so I brought the chainsaw,
- cause I foresaw to play Leatherface combined with Jigsaw,
- fucking homo, I break down your door then I sneak in,
- find you on the couch where you're sleeping,
- start the fucking chainsaw while I'm creeping,
- then butcher you and ruin your awakening...
- How does it feel to get fucked over?
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