"dirty deeds, done dirt cheap..." screams AC/DC from my stereo in my friend's car, im sitting outside your house and asking myself what didn't you do? my boys? you fucked them my money? you stole it my car? you smashed it my friends? all gone you drove them away and you think youre here to stay well, that isn't about to happen and then i say, who you crappin? so you keep calling me up and laughing but i won't let myself down near your level this is some wacked out shit you are putting me through but i don't mind why don't i mind? because like the gores you'll get yoursBirth sign: Aries
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