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Shut up your hypocrite,

I don't care about your life.

If you die it' all the better

we don't need more of you.



Your lewd words offensive,

vocabulary obviously short.

The words stick to your gums

like the tar from a cigarette.



Smelling you is not pleasent,

it is that of a pile of shit.

People from miles away

avoid the path of you.



Treating others like dirt

you expect so much better.

Yet all you get is what you deserve,

a shot to the head.



Such a same you are gone,

once a walking piece of trash,

now taking up space in the ground.

It's okay though,

the woman you raped will nake

a replacement soon.