Pull the Cord
I'm Aboard
The Train to heaven with a sword
My bodies in a morge
My souls what i forge
Scorch me along with the tourch
Crash me along with the porsch
Use phsyical forse
Lifes a deludiable cousre
Full of preceptions of happiness
It leads to roy slapin kids
Quit actin *****
My friends keep telling me im an advocate
I'm not masculant
to these acid trip
My lifes just an axcident
Whats the point of rappin quick
When were all poor actin rich
This savage ****...
Is just an Average Glipse...
Of what Happens in...
the back of this...
moment in thime thats imaculant...
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