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westpublicnorthside ft. mr. scythe – (mr.scythe): repet-tion x4
(westpublicnorthside):repet-tion, position, re-ignition, switching, glitching, quit your b-tching, sh-t, more, st-tching, then anything, four, stores, dirty floors, blood , gunshot hurry, blurry, bullet is a dud, fill it, thirsty , quenching, breaching, leaching for air, bleaching, leaving, scurried away, no need to stay, feed, go , drew, your, new, life, talk, walk, block, stop, see cops, no evidence for the knife. someone, no one, died, hide, guide, and glide, confide , be, silenced, gore, free, at last, you took life, started with a hook, boo, them too carted fifth person missing today, blame fame riff it away hurtin’ bleeding, succeeding, then realization your feeding on yourself. cohesion beneath skin and been needing, friends, destination, just committed -ss-ssination of us
(mr.scythe): why do you cuss, fitted up to slip up, pick up, all the body parts up, now step up, kept up, slept to long through your alarm, just like robert pickton, got a farm, full of limbs arms, girl taking a puff of the bong, goo dripping, something is missing, forgetting his, sh-t, wallet, my life needs a fixing, mixing, all of the people around into this disordered region, why you leaving everything behind for the cops to find. call, stall em, above, duh, cupboard, cutting board covered in blood, feeling small and deranged like smeagle, found, wallet , to, kiss, bordered uneven, cry , coo, cleaning, getting, mind, pour, wreath, tops, wahoo pie eyed. cops, now here, fear stricken, i beckon
(westpublicnorthside): they gonna cause a wrecking like cyrus, there goes marcus, there goes, my life, there goes my wife, there goes my knife, there goes my scythe, my psyche, the thing i have tried to maintain and end up on dr. vilsons train, mention this to anyone h-ll no it is a not, my brain on the wall and hearing my girl and marcus crying life is shot, i would be on the spot, who knows maybe not, i am begotten, rotten and hope that i will never be forgotten because i am a human being, monstrous and all, i am leaving repeating over and over again because it gets me nowhere and shows me my despair and desire, to admire and k!ll myself and watching the funeral pyre start on fire, i should retire, naw just starting to get hired all this is what i think about and it makes me want to, pout, and forget for a while what life is a bout

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