2003-08-12 - 3:30 p.m.
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where else can I be so ridiculous?
when I say "shoot your gun"
everywhere everyone
deciphers my words perpendiculous
one takes a shot at his mother
one shot his gun with another
another one said
with a wink in his bed
"ok then, get under the covers"
it's a virtual potpourri
this vernacular's gettin' to me
but I'm not chokin' back
if you try to attack
I will give you the word freely
so don't give me the third degree
and don't stink up the place
with your trumped charges case
there's a way to out freak you (it's me)
I'm on to your cute little game
to prove that we're all the same
you say I've got issues
and hand me the tissues
you blew your nose on with your blame
your snorting was premeditated
the poison was pre-medicated
shot your mouth and then exploded
before your brain was fully loaded
now it's time to illuminate it
do you love it, do you hate it?
you strive for art with dualism
light your farts for fuel ignition
preconceived ideas on how it works
you've only fueled this one decision
you don't hear me, you don't listen,
so it's time to hide behind the quips and quirks
and the only thing you get from me is smirks
because I don't think you were honest, and there lurks
some kind of ulterior motive and that hurts...
but it's ok, as long as you get all your perks...
and put me up on your display of talent jerks...
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I guess that's just the way your dualism works...
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