TrenchFace2
#KRR I dont mind at all if you came with end days I told you once before im so motha fucking Trench faced you could fall in and get lost don't get offended this is not what I want I thought we were friends here and is it really my fault if I look quite relentless im the ugliest fuck duckling with dementia so buddy let's talk Oh and did I mention anything you got to say im placing straight in the vault like I always do right about this time with a lock I got a lot of people's secrets stuck inside with my thoughts I dont really need them or want but for some reason you all see me and start spilling your guts on the floor and your heart its like yall cant help it but to vent to me and im content to let you each cus it distracts me from my own mental state and for a brief moment it helps me forget I aint got shit but problems stacked up from the floor to the ceiling at my crib and a fix when im done I get another cus im stuck on a hit and I may never recover before I drop off the grid and endlessly suffer wherever I land colonel mustards in the cupboard with a shovel and gat but I got it covered Mr plum with an axe in the absurd observatory I just pump em with lead fuck a murder story i draw an ocean of blood from every person I meet I do it mostly with love and fuck what you think fuck what you heard and son fuck what you speak you about to get the fuck hurt My face is a Trench tell a friend mother fucker vacant space empty black holes little cousin ancient shape mc here i am so undercover and you wouldn't want to see me without that shadow im under for who I really am underneath it could send you running mad to seek Asylum or somethin just as peaceful Asylum is back same old Trench for a muzzle lion pride and pack jungle king and im that last piece of a puzzle that you try and try and cant seem to find to finish what you started im like a ghost that way I dont mean to be found bring it if you want it im a haunted mother fucker cus I smoke a pack a day my cough is awful as hell my throat is sore from the dank son my kronics too ill the most serious shit you gonna find around here my peeps assure me of this and tell me im ahead of my field so peerless in fact I even sell to myself im just teasing you now my reflection hooks me up when I take a look in the mirror hes the best friend there never was and he only appears on a very clear surface for brief little moments eyeballs me lots and always seems nervous get with the program go practice til perfect look ma no hands just a shadow of a person good God your plans havent quite happened like you had imagined in your version now have they well sorry not sorry keep on working on your God damn horror story and we the people will ignore it still surely all for one one for all to make sure we don't worry about the all seeing eye upon us all now staring down and out our souls finding emotions we've buried I dont want to feel like a ghost with my Trench face so scary I keep it bottled up like a pro in my head in my rage im my bones then im carefree well I think I've overstayed my welcome about to bounce out of here peace out until next time we meet when I bring it back again with fucking Trench face 3
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@asylum4.20 well written wicked 💕
#KRR I dont mind at all if you came with end days I told you once before im so motha fucking Trench faced you could fall in and get lost don't get offended this is not what I want I thought we were friends here and is it really my fault if I look quite relentless im the ugliest fuck duckling with dementia so buddy let's talk Oh and did I mention anything you got to say im placing straight in the vault like I always do right about this time with a lock I got a lot of people's secrets stuck inside with my thoughts I dont really need them or want but for some reason you all see me and start spilling your guts on the floor and your heart its like yall cant help it but to vent to me and im content to let you each cus it distracts me from my own mental state and for a brief moment it helps me forget I aint got shit but problems stacked up from the floor to the ceiling at my crib and a fix when im done I get another cus im stuck on a hit and I may never recover before I drop off the grid and endlessly suffer wherever I land colonel mustards in the cupboard with a shovel and gat but I got it covered Mr plum with an axe in the absurd observatory I just pump em with lead fuck a murder story i draw an ocean of blood from every person I meet I do it mostly with love and fuck what you think fuck what you heard and son fuck what you speak you about to get the fuck hurt My face is a Trench tell a friend mother fucker vacant space empty black holes little cousin ancient shape mc here i am so undercover and you wouldn't want to see me without that shadow im under for who I really am underneath it could send you running mad to seek Asylum or somethin just as peaceful Asylum is back same old Trench for a muzzle lion pride and pack jungle king and im that last piece of a puzzle that you try and try and cant seem to find to finish what you started im like a ghost that way I dont mean to be found bring it if you want it im a haunted mother fucker cus I smoke a pack a day my cough is awful as hell my throat is sore from the dank son my kronics too ill the most serious shit you gonna find around here my peeps assure me of this and tell me im ahead of my field so peerless in fact I even sell to myself im just teasing you now my reflection hooks me up when I take a look in the mirror hes the best friend there never was and he only appears on a very clear surface for brief little moments eyeballs me lots and always seems nervous get with the program go practice til perfect look ma no hands just a shadow of a person good God your plans havent quite happened like you had imagined in your version now have they well sorry not sorry keep on working on your God damn horror story and we the people will ignore it still surely all for one one for all to make sure we don't worry about the all seeing eye upon us all now staring down and out our souls finding emotions we've buried I dont want to feel like a ghost with my Trench face so scary I keep it bottled up like a pro in my head in my rage im my bones then im carefree well I think I've overstayed my welcome about to bounce out of here peace out until next time we meet when I bring it back again with fucking Trench face 3 Trench faced motha fucka I am returned end day motha fucka I have emerged from where I've been under cover back to spread the good word Asylum been in the gutter with the eye of the world
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