there is an acidic rise within my spin
and i cannot flush you down the sink
leftovers from my plate, a slime trying to
catch the light - get rid of you from this place.
you're a dud, total flake, getting fatter in
this place, gulping down everything you hear,
gossip whore from ear to ear. get a clue you
sneaky beast, take your soulless soles to the
next place, ain't got no room for all your stench.
you are nothing but a wench.
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