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Blatz The Shit Split Blatz Filth

Walk through the filth you will find me there needle hanging from my vein I own you I own your emotions i can make you love i can make you hate you

What did they put in your drink, chuck? what did they put in your drink? chuck aint that just your luck, chuck? what did they put in your drink? was

Don't forget the struggle don't for get the streets you don't have to worry you're such a creep the lower east side is the place that's true but it

because everyone would listen. if only i were beatiful (to you) but you know that cockroach reminds me a lot of you the way you run when i appologize. im getting sick of your shit

Zippo's toilet paper yeah thats true and the ashtrays just a petting zoo were not gonna piss in a cup no were gonna fuk shit up shooting up and smoking

gotta crack like a bank tonight you'll fall asleep in clothes so late like a candy bar wrapped up for lunch thats all you get to taste poverty & split powerty & split

I took my dolly of the shelf her teardrops were dry, she looked so familiar she made me vomit but she didnt make me cry, I said get me a cookie cause

Sleep little one sleep, take comfort in the nights embrace cuz the morning sun will open your eyes and youll see that you live in a fucked up place.