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Feels Like Sunday Morning It gets to me why people pick and choose waht they want to hear / read / finger from me, and tellin others thier version on it, ultimately spreading falsehood / truthood / cheese. This sorta shit recently got me close enough to fire for me to feel the heat. I dont like it. Not one bit. You wouldn't either... so dont do it. Im warning / telling / fantasizing bout you.
It need to be explained to me why issit when i say 'A' / 'B' / 'Goldfish' it goes round the loop and reaches me with 'Z' / 'W' / 'Goldfish'. Wahts the problem? A language barrier? The way i said it? Got to much wax / hair / cum in ur ears bitch? Why would you tell me not to tell anyone this secret u jus told me, publish it in the morning paper, then get mad at me when evrybody knows?, Acting like you dont know how in the world / hell / chickens it happened. What are you StoopiD / RetardeD / S_ r _h?!?! What do you think I'M STOOPID / IDIOTIC / Seeexxaay?!?!? well wateva it is, there is no stopping / killing / castrating you, well at the moment at least. jus watch ur back / back / back, and ur mouth / words / cuntflaps. You might neva know when it'll come back to you... suf rambled at 10/16/2004 06:46:00 am
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