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Poison


WHAT IS THIS PIECE OF GREEN PAPER?

THAT WE ARE DRIVEN BY,

THAT CONTROLS THE WHOLE WORLD,

AND

MAKES US BELIEVE

IT'S HAPPINESS.

WHY WAKE UP EVERY MORNING,

BRAKE OUR BACKS JUST

TO GO TO THIS PLACE 

 WE JUST

HATE!

 TO GET ENOUGH PAPER.

IF AT THE END OF THE DAY

WE'RE JUST

GOING TO WAIST IT ON

THE SHIT THAT COMES OUT OF

BILL GATE'S ASS!!

JUST REMEMBER THAT FOR

EVERY DOLLAR

WE MAKE

THEY MAKE TEN.

 

 

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