Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Broken Mold Encasing Wretched Soul
Glass eyes
I cannot read,
Spilling blood,
Seething as it
Hits the ground with offense.
Hands that know no morals.
A mouth that carries
Lies like a basket carries eggs.
"When god made you, she
Broke the mold," and then
The recipe was leaked
Onto the internet.
July 5, 2007
Suge
I cannot read,
Spilling blood,
Seething as it
Hits the ground with offense.
Hands that know no morals.
A mouth that carries
Lies like a basket carries eggs.
"When god made you, she
Broke the mold," and then
The recipe was leaked
Onto the internet.
July 5, 2007
Suge
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Broken Mold Encasing Wretched Soul
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