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The Suicide Machines What You Say

cause you're too lame I don't care what you say The things that you say to me carry no weight You turn it around on me with what you say Everything

you're too lame to be i don't care what you say the things that you say to me carry no weight you turn it around on me with what you say everything has

sick nigga, you see that bitch, get her 'Cause he that snitch nigga, so squeeze that's it, figure That you watch what you say, you say it and die What you

one tonight, fo yo sorrows Just to let you know that everything is straight I say stank you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate Now go get yourself a handgun, you

things you say to try to make me think that you had been around you'd like to think that you had been down i never can find the words to tell you what

make any sense of it 'Cause what goes in does not come out, you've gotta put two cents in it You're just a blob of fuckin' jell you're brain is floating

forced to say I'm going on a permanent holiday I'll drop what I'm doing, it's okay, I'm going on a permanent holiday Just today I was forced to say

sure don't know you i sure know your kind, cause there's toomany of you you judgmental eyes seem to speak without words why you condemn when you don't understand? why can't you

though ends further harm. It's what you do, what you think, what you say, What you do, what you think, what you say, let's change it. There's no antidote