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MUDVAYNE
I would love to beat the face, Of any mother fucker that's thinkin' they can change me, White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold, If you're wantin' a piece of me I broke the mother fuckin' mold, I'm drowning in your wake Shit rubbed in my face Teething on concrete Gums bleeding Dig bury me underneath Everything that I am rearranging Dig bury me underneath Everything that I was slowly changing I struggle in violated space, Sell out motherfuckers in the biz that try to fuck me, Hang from their T's rated P.G. insight, I ain't sellin' my soul when there's nothing to buy I'm livid in my space Pissing in my face Fuck you while you try To fuck me Dig bury me underneath Everything that I am rearranging Dig bury me underneath Everything that I was you ain't fuckin' changing me Let me help you tie the rope around your neck, Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge, Let me help you hold the glock against your head Let me help you tie the rope around your neck, Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge, Let me help you hold the glock up to your head, Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs Get on the plank fuck Dig bury me underneath Everything that I am rearranging Dig bury me underneath Everything that I was slowly changing Wish you were committing Suicide suckin' on a mother fuckin' tailpipe Dead man dangling from a tight rope Limbless in the middle of a channel bob away
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