Part worst part of my life But I must have been miffed cause I'd lift magazines Least I'm not a serial killer Maybe what was taken from me would be back at last All my emptiness remains defiantly intact
Though I'm willing to work (They'd knock my dick in the dirt) Read an issue of Rolling Stone Said Tisch was the shitter I transferred in the winter So you can call me a quitter And I finally felt united But your issues will come with you Even though they aren't invited You can roam, You can ramble Being a burglar is a bummer Now I'm stealing postcards My conscience says "Fail." Then flails with both arms Stole a broom in broad daylight out of a grocery store Something out of every interior Microscopic and meaningless And I had to steal medicine." No more tempting the fates No more stealing from my fellow man
A muslim taught me bonging Or I'm a Oklahoma bombing Found a fat kid in class all about glass While we smoked the dro fast I find something in my pocket Now I'm a klepto with Zippos Or get the five finger dis(s)
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