Scribe Bookie Love Song Lyrics

Get this thing outta me.

The corners of both sides come as one and join in to f___ in the glory that is your myth. m_________er.

Dry it, keep it a cool place, store it on a mantle, rev it up. Terror marks the play.
Face me, say you gotta payback, say you wanna f___ me anyway. Downsize.
Drone out, hack me when I'm sleeping, slit the vein in five ways, heat it up. Made up malady.
Fade out, keep the blade in a cistern, f___er wanna gyrate, turn it up. Slay now.

Break one more.
Another one.

Tell your story to the constitution. This isn't your agenda to mutilate, you ugly piece of s___.

Hold it, watch it swell and get sore, get another free throw, spit the blood. Amputate.
Milk it, tie a section, wait up, get another switchblade, cut him up. f___, no.
Bring it, lay it on the table, stab another reject, hook it up. Dead meat.
Maybe, they don't want to hurt you, they just know it's payday, m_________. Murder.

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