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I Hope Your Child Is Born With Such Deformities And The Resultant Guilt Is So Burdensome, You Must Kill Yourself And The Adversity Your Child Faces Inspires Them To Create A Colossal Cyborg Body So They May Rule This World With An Iron Fist (And Lasers) INO HOPE JOKE WITH YA NECK IN A ROPE,YOUR CHILD’S GONNA CHOKE AND THEY DON’T GET A VOTE YOU GOTTA TRIGGER PRESSING DOWN, RIGHT ON YOUR FUTURE THERE CLOSE YOUR EYES COS I KNOW YOU DON’T CARE SUCK IT DOWN, SUCK IT DOWN, SUCK IT DOWN WAGE WAR, WAGE WAR, WAGE WAR PRAY & HOPE, THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE BUT I AIN’T NO DOPE, BUT A MISANTHROPE TRYING TO COPE A POWER FREAK WITH A REAL MEAN STREAK, I SEE VENGEANCE IS NOT BEYOND ME WRETCHED BODIES, RIGHTEOUS MINDS STAND BY MY SIDE, STAND BY MY SIDE UNHOLY SOLDIERS, LIFELONG PRISONERS STAND BY MY SIDE, STAND BY MY SIDE POISONED ARROWS, CLOAK AND DAGGER RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE RUN, RUN, MOTHERFUCKER RUN, RUN, MOTHERFUCKER RUN |