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Mad Dog

I am I am the mad dog your in my wicked fangs, things are getting dark,and I'm feeling kinda strange strange enough for me ,am I strange enough for you? your stuck in my fangs and my fangs they are few . I am the wickedness ,I am in full bloom. I have started howling , but you've been barking at the moon . Things are so freaky, I start to scare myself , when I look in the mirror I think I'm somthing else. I don't know if I'm crazy or if I'm tottaly wack, I don't know if the daylights dark or if the night is black, So I'll just be a freakin'.untill this life is done, I am not the chosen, I am not the one . So when your mind gets rearranged and your feeling kinda strange,Don't blame yourself you can just blame me ,I am your sickness And your destany............ James......................................

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