You Can Spit On My Face

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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