You can spit on my face and make me think that I’m not stable
You can spit on my face just because I’m mentally disabled
But, still, I will never wear your lables
You can’t bewitch me with your fables
My rhyme are sharper than a sable
You lost; you can pick my cards from the table
You don’t figure on my time table
You never knew that you were dealing with an ace
Why do you have to act so base?
Everybody in the world makes mistakes
But, you are a lost case
If you don’t like me, why don’t you give up the chase?
I will never give you another embrace
You have zero grace
What do I have to do to stop seeing your idiotic face?
I don’t want you around my place
I am so tire of this fucking race
I wish I could hide in out of space
I wish I could vanish without trace
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