So, Who's Doing Your Dishes This Week, Pretty Boy? - Lyrics - Backstabbers Incorporated
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the end, the *** end. i don't need to see the whites in their *** eyes to open fire this time. no names, no faces. only moving targets and this *** war. when the dust settles, i'll be the one picking up the *** bodies and filling up holes with wasted space. and you, ***, i hope you are still alive and kicking so i have the chance to pick up every sharp object within arms reach and put it in your *** throat. this is *** war... all i ask is that i live just one day longer than you, so that i can have the chance to spit on your *** grave.
