In need of something pruned
The prominence of harboured waste
An absence of refute
There's reason
To lynch
Deservers
Of fists
A cost effective way to jail
A rapist is to snip
And force upon him the same thing
He used at his own will
And when I think of him
Above her battered self
My modes of coping melt
And turn to fists from hell
I would hurt him
I would end his fucking life
There’s people in this fucked up town In need of something pruned The prominence of harboured waste An absence of refute There's reason To lynch Deservers Of fists A cost effective way to jail A rapist is to snip And force upon him the same thing He used at his own will And when I think of him Above her battered self My modes of coping melt And turn to fists from hell I would hurt him I would end his fucking life Explain Request ×
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