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I heard your reason

the usual flood of crap

I tried to think like you

want to blow my head

I sit in myself

still submit your god

fuck you! I work!

what’s your fucking job?

expect it to be done, aspect of your death

I'm a peaceful man, I never beat anyone.

but you have passed the limit

you insult my mind

in your face will concentrate my hate

my punch explain better than words

we speak the same language

the language of hate

but I will raise my voice

I'll spit in your face

i'll break my fingers

I will look flow your blood

I feel really complete

I will be overdone