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acting class - quiet desperado lyrics

b-tches up on stage tryin to evoke emotion
f-ck sad tissues, i’m reachin for lotion
to jerk off, causin’ a violent commotion
blast it off in their faces, a one man toast and
making eyes eclipse, sealing off their lips
below this white mountain, b-tches exists
mumbling monologues with every last breath
making art imitate homicidal death
s-d-stic i am, m-s-ch-stic with meth
heart palpitations bumping up through my chest
got a needle in my arm and a gun in my vest
m-ssacring students, in pieces they rest

i’m out of cl-ss in more ways than one
comin’ out brash, blastin kids with my gun
the dust settles fast, like nike they run
gettin’ nun -ss, deep into religion
911 call tryin to get a physician
to save these kids, won’t come to fruition
just accept your f-cking fate, it’s a victim’s tradition

b-tches breaking legs in a broad way
coroners taking snap shots of the display
pictures of my face on usa today
parents demanding that there is h-ll to pay
for these f-ggots i slay, oops i mean g-y
push the barrel to their temple and tell them to pray
and when they close their eyes, i make red spray
put them in piles and let their bodies decay

i’m a h0m-phobic comin out of your daughter’s closet
situation gettin’ hairier than a f-ckin hobbit
this bitterness has no end, can’t f-ckin drop it
raping daddy’s little girl, screams for me to stop it
she use to be a virgin, till i took her cherry and popped it
blood on my d-ck, this is some raw sh-t
god she’s so tight, i almost lost it
pulsating with the beat until i drop it

night terrors giving you a nocturnal emission
don’t put up a fight, it makes my p-n-s stiffen
stabbin sl-ts in the gut, pumping like a piston
ducktape her mouth shut, this b-tch don’t listen

using br-ss knuckles for some hardcore fistin
stuffin’ her like a turkey, with all the fixins
it’s thanksgiving and i’m feastin’
giving up her locker to put my meat in

hide all the evidence, put her body in acid
the smell causes impotence, richard’s going flaccid
havin’ a bad fit, b-tch i’m going bat sh-t
crazy with a bat, the exterminator g-ssin’
sick like the plague, ashes to ashes
we all fall down. not tuck everlastin
how’s that for a performance?
i’m sick of all this actin’

- quiet desperado lyrics

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