If I was six feet under
Would they still have hunger
To point out
What I'm all about
To continuously speak
Of some negative repeats
Someone grab a knife
So I can cut open
All the worthless veins
Of these lying cheating hoes
Who say my name
I don't talk about you
So worry about what you're up top
I'll talk to you about surface level
Hoping I won't hear you talk over this treble
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