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Tempt Me

Tempt Me

You people expect me to believe everyone.
Yeah - no...
Dont fucking tempt me.
It wont fucking change.
It weighs a tonne just mentioning.
The weights a waste, the worlds drunk and fucking bending.
Its just a stunt by a cunt for luck,.
But either way...
Still protect me. .
Im stuck inbetween a ravine, stretching.
My muscles are fucked, unseen and tensing.
It must be festy, as it seems to be infesting.
Hello yellow, its no longer red meat.
A kilo pillow straining on my heads seat.
Tested by a Zombie on a dead street.
Fuck a life, I dont need to wipe with a wet leaf.
I can survive on a vine with bread seeds.
You see, im heading towards 'currently deadly'.
Fluent in poetry, my flow will behead peace.
I think me said was I lead creeps into a messed creek.
Crocodiles and alligators, fuck the best beach.
Im stuck, stranded with reptiles about to wreck me.
Playing with tech, my phone ran out of text and them test rings.
And for that, I got the best sleep.
No interruptions or fucking anything.
Im tucked in a tenant.
Tell the admin that the monster is on the west wing.
Now shut up!
I meant it! So don't tempt me!

~Hader

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