Fear-Flesh
• Written by Mynamesfeariguess2
yeah deep in the huddle,
with this bitchs that wanna cuddle,
they want glory al gave em a blood puddle,
pop they pussy like a bubble,
i don't fuck around if you want some come get the trouble,
but notice the songs treble,
on some stone age shit throw em pebbles,
i live in the generation of the devil,
were we oppose the poor and the special,
were we focus others religion and shit gets racial,
too airless on the need for it nasal,
were shit doesn't hit your in heart normore but in your blood vessel,
were baby's are decapitated in there cradle,
and mother's feeds its fetus ale,
were corpses aren't buried and instead left rotting Turning pale,
can't chase a dream nomore because shits to slow like a snail,
base on contraction,
were obama follows demos and reps politician,
no congress only evils governs give the decision,
its all base and who is the strongest or smartest race,
when half and half and maybe more half have all embrace,
they have aten the blood from one another no different taste,
how can you deny ones logic,
when both are muggets stuck in the same place,
damm what a disgrace,
some get A's some do K's.
but in the end all have same bones and flesh,
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Mynamesfeariguess2
Member since June 8 2015