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Last edited by Cesare Borgia; 02-14-2016, 09:55 PM. -
now that is dope cesare, real nice the way ya ended both verses the same
Fuck your contrite, I have no soul and know not wrong or right
I live for spite and at night is when I lose control
The can't console or understand I was never whole
thats real nice
Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin
Where blood has been shed the tree of forgiveness cannot grow
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