I got some words for all my enemies to digest I suffer from itch and trigger finger tenderness
The Lord knows that we never trouble people I try my best to live the opposite to evil
That means good you have a mind of a weasel If you can't comprehend then you need to
Cause we know the real from the fake And we always hold the fate
Some of the struggles were necessary for us to realize we were great
But who of the true shall remain? Some things I can't entertain
Sometimes the