I want to fuck a rich mothah fuckah up! Take a rich mother fucker’s skull and
squeeze, at ease in my retribution, the solution to absolution. I want to see the blood trickle down my
forearms, the storms raging in every vein as I apply those slave spirit soaked
muscles of tiredness that need a rest but not until I make your sorry ass pass
the paramount test, to confess your mess.
I want to see the life pass through their eyes and douse all the doubt
of who I am! I am! And I always will be! Your mother fuckin worst fuckin nightmare; to
forever fear!
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