Choke

As I look to my hands
Red soaked, choking you out
All of the reasons
To make your eyes roll
To the back of your skull
As you pass away

I hope you fucking choke

A violent end
To a sad life
A pitiful attempt
To fight back

You are the reason
You slumped over
In the dirt
Covered all in your own blood

Fucked yourself
No remorse
Dead like a fucking corpse
Trust me I'll push you
To the grave

Ran your mouth
Got beat down
Stay on the fucking ground
You thought your someone
You're not

I hope you Choke

Choke on this hypocrisy
Choke on this
There's no need to breath
Karma came
And set you right
If you point that gun
It's on fucking site

If you point that gun
It's on fucking site

Keep talking shit and I will end your life

Ten toes down
All hands
No questions
It's on fucking site

You fucking pussy



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Writer(s): Brady Wolszczenski
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