but, somehow sumpin'
ain't true to his ring
ya ain't much
of a hypocrite?
Sing.
Or, is he just a counterfeit?
Wings?
Beware of the things he brings.
Stuff his hand down your throat
Rippin' your heart out
I've taken to many blows for the bloke
The whole time concealing under his coat
The dagger he'd insert to slit my throat
But, wait a minute
First..
Let em
Stuff his hand down your throat
Rippin' your heart out
Like a sacrificial goat
Winded.
I took blow upon blow
Winded.
UP?
Or, descended?
My ribs are bruised
n' maybe broke
Winded.
My beliefs
have been suspended.
Then he
Stuffs his hand down my throat
Rippin' my heart clean out
Watch him gloat.
Winded.
UP?
Or, descended?
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