| I’m loitering with intent around this God forsaken place
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| Don’t you dare come near or else I’ll smash your fucking face
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| This is the primal scene of an elite cry wolf rave
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| But your dismal dark soul tell me you’ll break make no mistake
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| It’s intention to slide through a carnal cracked youth
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| Who you showered with poisoned platitudes
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| Like pricked and want to be used
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| I’m very nearly over it and will be once I’m done with you
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| This bitter little mumbling of multiples you screwed
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| The Cyclop Tudor with the motive and intent to kill you
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| Loitering with intent (ooh)
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| Loitering with intent (ooh)
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| You credit reactions vomiting out back at you
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| Such a tally of unpaid rent
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| I’m no archangel of mercy, in fact I laughed
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| When the desperate finally repent (ha ha)
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| Soon you’ll be six feet under and I’ll not wish you rest in peace
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| For to me you’re just a cauterised highly toxic disease
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| A charmous blundering disgrace of a thief
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| Who stole self respect from young men just like me
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| Loitering with intent (ooh)
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| Loitering with intent (ooh)
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| I’m loitering with intent around this God forsaken place (loitering with intent)
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| Don’t you dare come near or else I’ll smash your fucking face
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| I’m loitering with intent around this God forsaken place (loitering with intent)
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| Don’t you dare come near or else I’ll smash your fucking face
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| I’m loitering with intent around this God forsaken place (loitering with intent)
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| Don’t you dare come near or else I’ll smash your fucking face
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| I’m loitering with intent around this God forsaken place (loitering with intent)
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| The friendship have it in you, oh so tragically misplaced (loitering with
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| intent) |