Fuck it

Your body's neglected
Your soul locked in a cage
Battling it's own rage
Sorry do you need a stage
Or do you need a coghing
 Blood on your hands
Murdering
The fruit
Your chest caving
Your lungs collapsing
Your used your abused
No trophie on your head
Just a mouthful off mead
Well you sin
You might as well chuck love in the bin
Just having your insides ripped using your body as a tool
Working it to the extream
You might as well be egging on your favrrout team
Come on small tits shoot
Instead of you sing your body like a instrument
Bsha la la la
Come on baby let's make sweet rhyms
The earth needs to be moved
Its not a football waiting to be shoved
Or tossed
Your body's neglected
Man god he's wasted