[Mitch]

It's coming down. All the shit.
It's thunder sounds, crawling ditch.
It's fucking now. Its something sick
and wondrous, How the fuck is it
just words, on a website, on a..
It's coming down, All of it.
It's mumbled out a hundred heads.
It struck me down, tumbld it.
Its runs around, what is it?
It's coming down, although it
will crush the ground, I'll follow it
like words, on a fucking website...
hollow as dead night, bluffin a red light,
'eight-y-two caked' like the sludge in my neck pipe,
bludgeon blunt like a lead pipe, catch a hunter in headlights,
make it through scathed and bum for the best ride.
I fucking set aside my self to help myself i think i bring others down,
I think i single myself out, to catch some recognition before the shit's struck the ground. Nobody told the kid to buckle down.
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ILL ADD MORE LATER YO, CHILL