I speak softly, hold my tongue to teeth
hope i don’t bite to draw blood
you’ve got money, power, and cars
I’ve got a brunette with a knowing stare
and a redhead with a mischievous grin
You’ve got you’re solidarity, keep it, man
I’ve got a split personality with a violent past
and way too many neurosis
I’ve got memories you’ll never dream of
and a scar that you’ll never need
I’ve got the experience of life to back me up
the perfect place to take a swing,
and the perfect one to put my hand.
you make them smile with diamonds and gold
i make them moan with passion
and nothing but a bit of skill and more talent than you’ll ever have.
you think you can hurt me?
little boy, you don’t even know about pain
i’ve seen it, i’ve felt it, i’ve dealt it, friend
and you know what you are?
you’re a dollar sign without a name.

My crowbar beats your ego.

fuck you.
Frost.

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