I don't like you
something that I can do
talk about the dick you suck
as it's a glass one
piture the last one
tell em you just want a puff
must've got the herpes
swallowing and slurping
judging me for flowers burned
your son was born
to the drip
sucks his soul thru his lips
and I heard you two took turns
kick me from the graveyard
I don't like the dead hearts
telling me how to live
sitting surrounded by ghost
all they do is blow smoke
ash goes in his eyes again
©friedman27
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