Vulgar Assassin Part 2

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I can't feel emotions anymore.
It's no deal. But I still hate whores.
My metaphors kick their ass out the door.
They pass the grass and land fast on the concrete floor.
I rip your soul like sore.
Do you really want more?
My words never end.
Don't get mad when I defend.
Man were the fuck have you been.
I started rapping at ten, my bars sucked.
But I got luck, maybe I won't be fucked.
That's what I used to think.
I would blink fast, and write in pink ink.
Screw up, I was the biggest loser.
Looking like a drug abuser.

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