This Bipolar Savage

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It's hard to reconsole how I Fuckin feel
hit in the achilles heel, harder than steel, no appeal
feels like my very existence been' tossed like a banana peel
Meanwhile taken by advantage by this bipolar savage
Twenty bags of baggage filled my mind 'nd I've had it
Go or stay?, tried to drum it out like Danny Carey
Spent three days thinkin' maybe a phase, maybe my mind's been misplaced!
Hiding' the tense emotions till the inevitable explosion
poor fucker who has to host em',
Stained,forgot the fuckin coaster whole fuckin day like an
emotional rollercoaster,
through school and out how the fuck haven't I dropped out
guess it's my parents,
my mom pulling me by my hair 'nd tossin gently in the right direction
swear to god if these bitches keep staring at me I'm gonna
fuckin ejaculate straight in their ass with a rocket sized erection without protection,
Been fucked eternally by society, Am I the only one
who sees through these fuckin LIES on TV, (put the knife down Stevie)
No daddy I wanna be like Ralph Cifaretto off the sopranos!
C'mon now this ain't a joke son, you've had your fun now put down the gun
Quick hide the bodies from these cops then it's time to go for runnies!
I've got a similar mind to Dexter add couple more deaths per minute then stir
I'm a psychopath trapped in the mind of a moralised man
about fuckin time I demoralised him
Let out the demon, no winchester in sight, till a bright white light takes
my fuckin sight, (You have no Rite!)
I am no more, the new fusion has brought the conclusion to this man's
moral illusion,
Time for the test drive, through town I'll be cruisin', my mind I will be losin'
Oh fuck it, time to lose it, full on lucid!

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Sickboyy
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