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Intro. I don’t smile at people, I swear at them. Swearing is music to me. " Morals " ? I fucked those off a long time ago. You don’t show me respect? You get a punch in the face, and then I’ll spit right on you. And if you flinch at my spit, I’ll stomp you harder. And yeah, I don’t hide my farts. Only rats hide shit like that. I sit down, lift a leg, and let it rip so loud the walls tremble. Then comes that thick, sour stench and I laugh in your face: " What’s the matter? A little bomb in your perfect world? " My fart is my weapon, my signature. I can break you down with words, or I can gas you out and make your eyes water. That’s how I live embracing the filth, because life itself is filthy. All of you hide behind fake manners, clean shirts, fake smiles. Me? I spit it out raw: every curse, every gob of spit, every fart I let fly it’s my boot smashing your so-called ‘civilization.’ I don’t feel shame. I feel pride. I am filth itself.
Mia Sand
@Vüsal
Mia Sand
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Intro. I don’t smile at people, I swear at them. Swearing is music to me. " Morals " ? I fucked those off a long time ago. You don’t show me respect? You get a punch in the face, and then I’ll spit right on you. And if you flinch at my spit, I’ll stomp you harder. And yeah, I don’t hide my farts. Only rats hide shit like that. I sit down, lift a leg, and let it rip so loud the walls tremble. Then comes that thick, sour stench and I laugh in your face: " What’s the matter? A little bomb in your perfect world? " My fart is my weapon, my signature. I can break you down with words, or I can gas you out and make your eyes water. That’s how I live embracing the filth, because life itself is filthy. All of you hide behind fake manners, clean shirts, fake smiles. Me? I spit it out raw: every curse, every gob of spit, every fart I let fly it’s my boot smashing your so-called ‘civilization.’ I don’t feel shame. I feel pride. I am filth itself.
Mia Sand
@Vüsal
Mia Sand