Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
A brain dead sh(i)t stain
I miss having nothing but pussing
Blisters to keep me up at night.
These days, I've nothing but ideas
And the occasional suicidal notion.
All of which swarm around my
Brain as though it were
Hiding the queen bee.
Well, it's not.
It's just a brain.
Another sh(i)t stain
In my life.
December 9, 2008
Suge
Blisters to keep me up at night.
These days, I've nothing but ideas
And the occasional suicidal notion.
All of which swarm around my
Brain as though it were
Hiding the queen bee.
Well, it's not.
It's just a brain.
Another sh(i)t stain
In my life.
December 9, 2008
Suge
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A brain dead sh(i)t stain
A brain dead sh(i)t stain
