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My abh*reence toward those people that I see around
The way they act, the way they think, make me feel
down
I hate these kind of people, they can rot in hell
Somehow, someway, I think they should be killed
These people get on my fkin' nerves
They deserve to die
All they do is get in my fkin' way
Then to them I love to say and pray
I hope you die in a hotel fire
I hope you die in a hotel fire
I hope you die in a hotel fire
I hope you die in a hotel fire
Cynical attitudes from boastful people
I hope you in a hotel fire