BUDS
Too many bones to grind into a bong hit, too much blood to roll into a joint.
I’m getting high off your worthless soul, I’d rather smoke my buds in a bowl.
So take a hint, your opinion don’t mean shit.
You’re dead-weight, lets get to the point.
Ain’t got no time to stuff your body in a hole.
I’d rather smoke my buds in a bowl.
Are you always such a fucking hassle to everyone you meet?
Or is it a special thrill reserved just for me?
It’s not hard to realize what your all about.
I see right through your act, you call life -Life!!
Blind, deaf, and dull to the ways of the world is what you are!!
Remember, the mold was cast; the rules were set for you.
So keep in mind that I thrive on adversity.
Your pitiful attempt to keep me down makes me stronger.
Worry about your own sorry state, keep your lies and deceit to yourself!!
All the pain and anguish you’ve sent, will now be returned.
I laugh at you…spit on you…that’s the least that I can do.
Why don’t you recognize me for what I am?
All you do is just bother me, you don’t understand.
Do I threaten your way of life?
Go your own way, I’ll leave you behind.
Don’t try to turn me inside out, an image of yourself is what you’ll find.
I’ll laugh at you…piss on you…what the fuck you gonna do?
I'd rather see you dead then meddling with my life.

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