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Rhyme #4
black clouds over my head/demons in my head and under my bed/shut the fuck up bitch i can't hear you/the voices are too loud, i think i might break you
fuck off slut my cock aint done yet/if you didn't wanna go down you shouldn't have made that bet
i ran away daddy/cuz you had nothing to say/your fist did all the talking/and the bruises on my face said more than you ever told me/and i had to kill you/to say i love you too
that's my slow song, kids will be slow dancing to that in high schools