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my type of hate
man im takin my final stand standin alone without a helpin hand i kno my head is in lala land but i have no choice but to be a crazy motha fuca im a heartless person you can ask your bruised brotha oh and that lady who had a yeist infection that was your motha twisted i may burn in hell for dis s**t but im takin a few things with me im bringin all the motha fucas that dear to strike against me hell yea you may say you like me now but youll hate me later this poem is worse than my fucin druged up letta so let me think all i see is me layin on the ground got my two hands forced to the ground niggas poundin me when im down so guess what ima hate back push fate fuc up all these lay backs turn my fist into a motha fucin trigga thatll motha fucin kill ya and when im done ima bring ya frikin dead body so your mommy can see ya yea im crazy but you dont see crazy to till you feel it crazy aint stupid ppl crazy is IM A MOTHA FUCIN RAPE YA but that aint me i woldnt rape a flee unless i desperatly bored and turned my head into an extrodinary fire thats boilin me inside i got so much to hide but whats to lose well one is my life and another is a bit bruisy so ill keep my mouth shut but my eyes wont stay closed i will be ya frend but secrets i have about ya is cold so i aint gon stick my nose in where it shouldnt be ill just try to be a betta me and ill bring love to you if you brng love to me,im just kidden ppl you kno i love yall rolleyes
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