David Sabo (December 2nd,1990 / Oklahoma City)
So you think you want to play?
Its all a game,
or so you think
So you really think your ready.
You've been popping off steady.
this left hand is HEAVY
Anyway i dont mean to be obscene
but the way i feel is not serene
I wanna be the one to throw the loose skrew in the machine
and i aint finished yet
im coming back
like a vet
on the set
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