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I don't pity poverty.
Low lives disgust me.
Undependable if you can't count on yourself.
Who can you count on?
Sell you're *ss for some quick cash
Dance naked for money
to find yourself a rich honey.
Get a minimum wage job.
So you're not a broke-*ss slob.
Work the night shift and get robbed.
Don't out of fear ever sob.
Bad karma is their flaw.
Their sin is what you saw.
They'all be snatched my Hell's claw.
Your sinning soul peeled raw.
Try to challenge me and I'll sock your jaw.
You broke the law.
Don't even try to deny it by saying "nah".
Your fingerprints are left by your dirty paws.
Guilty as Sin.
The devil wants you in.
He always knew your life was screwed.
Don't act so surprised to see your demise.
Nobody will hear your cries.
Hell's door is open for souls to be floating.
You ruined your own self.
From the cards you're dealt.
When the Devil seee you sin he smiles for every d*mn child.
Greedy and selfish you're two of a kind.
Soulless without a good friend
You will pay for all your crimes time that never ends.
A will that bends.
A messages that never sends.
Hope & pathetic with no logic.
Out of touch & out of focus.
No Hocus Pocus.
You stand in a line up.
A finger points you out.
Without any doubt.
Go ahead and pout.
No one will care that you're sad.
You're getting so mad.
The system is glad.
No parole.
Thanks to the tax payers bank roll.
Pay karma's toll.
You gargoyle troll.

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