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Snakes


the more that I try, the more that I cry.

The more that I speak, The more that I lie.

The more that I live, The more that I die.

You can call me a bitch, but I'll give you a stitch.

No I'm not rich, but You are a snitch.

I gave you the slack, but you stabbed me in my back.

You can call me fake, but you are the snake

 

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