If you just died everything would be great
You young sir are everything i Hate
Stupid humor, not even funny
You don’t know love, for yours is money
Ridicule me all your hearts desire
Soul burn, rage, sets you on fire
You go through life knowing not love
So i call you out, push then shove
Just shut up revenge, is no way
Its not my fault your love is gay
Gay in the sense that you abuse
Go after her, you lit my fuse
Like watching silently crimson dagger
Tearing the heart of some poor beggar
The lives of countless girls, you’ve raped
Met with opposition, for once, you’ve graped
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