Beg for Me
There you are alone
With no hope of ever having something to be proud of
Something earned without begging
Yes, I know you're a person, a person close to me
Who do you think you are? What more do you want from me?!
Ball Tongue!
-You got the dykes off, I think they'll mind me
Ball Tongue!
-The rag I'm on, we are justified
Ball Tongue!
-Congrats you just fucked up my make-up and shit
Ball Tongue!
What have you done for me?!
Why are you at home buried in your own self pity?
Why do you insist on living the life clean out of me?
Yes, I know you're the person, the person that took down me
[...the person that could tell me]
Does it give you the right to inspect your life revolves around me?!
Ball Tongue!
-You have come to take from your buddy
Ball Tongue!
-You have never been so funky
Ball Tongue!
-The higgle got sick of me
Ball Tongue!
-Ahh, the dick is fine for the day
Ball Tongue!
-You're drug addicted from me [Your brother took it from me]
Ball Tongue!
-Unidentified enemy [in my mind]
Ball Tongue!
-Come fucking back to save us and gave up
Ball Tongue!
-They've come to deliver me [come down, think to me]
You were my brother
Where does our friendship end?
I'm not going to give in
How can you fuck'n doubt me, but not again
Ball Tongue!
-They've driven right by my friends
Ball Tongue!
-They've taken the take above me
Ball Tongue!
-They're a psychopath [psycho munky]
Ball Tongue!
-They've come to enslave me
Ball Tongue!
-They've jacken themselves onto me
Ball Tongue!
-Your fuck'n gangster signs
Ball Tongue!
-They've come not to save them, but they take
Ball Tongue!
-Fuck'n death to fuck'n me
You're psychopaths {repeated}
Ball Tongue!
-Berome's dead at the tecnodrome
Ball Tongue!
-You're right, he's dead, tear gas dropped, but who was it?
Ball Tongue!
-it doesn't of the rhythm of the damn monger
Ball Tongue!
-Can I die?! Can I die?!
Ball Tongue!
-And then, the man kept kick'n me
Ball Tongue!
-He gets him on, they're cool
Ball Tongue!
-He wasn't dead, and then they knocked him on the head
Ball Tongue!
-No more, he's rid of you. You're a Dyke!
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in the shadow of contempt we are victims in the end
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