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Trash Talk Walking Disease

the streets to bring the world to its knees. We have no morals & there's no one to please we are your worst fucking nightmare we are walking disease

I'm another broken record dusty fucking shelf. Gave it all I had an now theres nothing left. I came from no where so I'm fucking destined for nothing

clouds. I need to leave this city before it's today. It's the same routine every fuckign day. I've seen it happen so many times. Run for cover, walk the

I am not the working son of a working son. The sun? it never shined on me. I am everything you hate. I am every thing you can never be. These city streets

I cant believe im stuck in this dark road bullshit, lies the stories that are told. Fuck! is the end in my sight? Fuck! I cant take these worthless

the streets to bring the world to its knees. We have no morals & there's no one to please we are your worst fucking nightmare we are walking disease

Christopher Reeves, I was teething with strap throat While your mother was breastfeeding And gave her the flesh-eating disease I'm filler than takin a hammer and beatin your knees And walkin

pain until you wish you had a vaccination Or vaccine, I shine like Vaseline Gas plays like petroleum, walk over them like linoleum My vocab expand like a rubber band Walkin

while your mother was breastfeeding And gave her the flesh-eating disease I'm iller than takin a hammer and beatin your knees and walkin through South