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Aakshay Kumar
Aakshay Kumar
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I'm sitting in this house, trying to think of just nothing Eating nothing till my dick spills nothing when cumming My bones popping from my skin, I'm done with the running Not anymore Why the fuck I hide what I'm becoming? I don't eat meat till it turns into a beautiful human I think I'm trapped in this fucking house like I'm Truman Everyone's fake, trying to act, till I snap They don't give a crap about me anymore So why should I stick with them? But I should not be the one going! I should be the one to put something in their groin till they moan The scream is ecstasy and I know it's hurting them But that's exactly the fun in that! Laugh, here, look at my face, laugh at me! If I'm making you happy, man, I can kill in peace While I smash a rod on your head What? Ted Bundy? Man, I'm not as handsome and as charismatic And I hate serial killers and the fucking rapist Cuz they don't got the guts to say what I'm saying Ted Bundy? More like, Red undies Cuz he's full of emotions like he has menses Killing bitches like killing mosquitoes I throw them in the hydraulic press with the needles To make them holier than a god More than the Jesus and brain squeezes like the last Lemon I peeled Is there an end to it? You got rid of the last rapper and I'm out of this world when compared to him In talking this crap that'll get me in trouble I guess I'm the stupidest motherfucker! I might find myself in shit I can't get out of Why am I liking it so much then? I find myself unable to do shit It's like I'm acquired by paranormal spirits Someone please kill me 'fore I kill myself Along with these twelve people who are following Me like I'm Jesus You don't understand the shit that's about to go down If I don't get toned down, I'll fuck up this whole town There's something eerie about this state I'm in My brain is making me put a fucking fake eyelid, gouging my eyes Replacing with a fake iris and making me look like Hopsin Take my dick, I don't need it These reasons of cynical thinking is making me leap over these creases I don't see any wrongs and rights If you're bleeding and it serves my purpose Then bitch, you better be bleeding! Some people are puzzled, they think that I'm changed Some people ARE puzzle after I swing this fucking Blades of chainsaw and it went straight inside their brain And now they have to piece the chunks of brain together again I find the calm in violence and harm When he feels weak, the Martian gets strong So when you try to kill me, don't miss the shot Else I'll rip your fucking throat off, and Stick in my balls! I might find myself in shit I can't get out of Why am I liking it so much then? I find myself unable to do shit It's like I'm acquired by paranormal spirits Meanwhile I'll be a senile when I'm 69 with a penile cancer And I'm still trying to feel my anus Be mean 'cuz I like it, my dick rises And I jerk faster than I write shit Fuck this shit, man I'm getting those drugs Overdose on it, corpse in the back of a truck And I hope people see my corpse and then laugh like they mean it In this way my life would have a certain meaning Nah fuck that, I have to do shit, I have to make you plead to kill you 'Cuz the things I'm doing is a tease I'm pulling your fucking teeth while you're on a breaking wheel And if that doesn't cut it, I'll finish with a guillotine Nah, you ain't getting a cyanide pill! I've tried that shit, and that shit didn't work! So, close your eyes, it is time Sleep beside me, I'm gonna try me a suicide! I might find myself in shit I can't get out of Why am I liking it so much then? I find myself unable to do shit It's like I'm acquired by paranormal spirits
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