All the dirty fingers picking up finds
Bruised with a motherless childish mind
To be kind in the line of design
Topic of I'll for the chill and the thrill of the kill
Cause I licked a little skin
Spilt all the toxic cream of my dead
To be bled or fed in the spread
Spoon me like a stereotype
With the grace for the trace to embrace
I think I'm ready to fight for the seed of my life
Yeah I'm ready to fight for the seed of my life
If the caterpillar cat turns free to a whore
The idea that there's a seventeenth floor to explore
Like hardcore for the more
And never seem to free it
Cause I gave a little long
With a hot who was not to be got
By easy thinking thumbing
Will eat through your life
Down with the deed of killing a wife
With a knife who thinks twice to the wise
I think my woman's calling
I think I'm ready to fight
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