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3. The Beast
My car's outside
The engine's still runnin
Like your nose,
Keep the trembles comin'
You'll inhale it easier
After I cave your lungs in
You think I'm buggin ?
Don't scream too loud,
Your son'll come in
Tears in his eyes
Cryin for mommy
But I'll out his face with the shotty
I'm not sorry, if I
Tore your neck apart -
Believe me hunny, it's a
Metaphor of you and my heart
My stomach's growling,
And my mouths water
I can feel your stomach
And smell the phosphorus
Look at you shake quiver and tremble
You want to die, but
I wont let you - Not just yet.
You did me worse, left for me him
And his retro ass style, homie
Shoulda just let go - Now he'll come home
And see his wife stapled to his bed post.
Your sheets are darker by the second
And my knife in your abdomen is all that's lettin
You and heaven be one in perfection
My arms on your tit, I can feel you pump
Blood for your life, but it's losing spunk
Once it's over, I'll leave you slump
In this dump, too bad it's too sweet
My car'll be in the river
With your son in the passenger seat
Askin if he, knew mommy cut me deep ?
But not as deep as the pole down your throat
That slumped through your teeth.
Fucking slut, you should've never mistreated
Me, this was too easy see -
You'll never be leaving me, HURT
Without leaving this earth.
Bitch -
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