Deaths A Bitch

Cough drops, blood Drips
I hate you, Bitch
Sit there while I
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Guilt trip this pink slip
I'm hopped up on parsnips
Talk shit to the
Gape in my cleft lip
Censor my craftmanship
I'm tired of communists
A fellowship my pistol grip
My fingertip no sportsmanship
My third eye's blind
Don't look behind
Your invitation was declined
Ill get behind this ill-defined
Definition of humankind

My hearts bleeding
No remorse for what I've done
Man, I'm pleading
Death's a bitch you can't outrun



Credits
Writer(s): Kade Anderson
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