Rub

All the quiet people, they begin to speak up

Release their attention, express their opinion

Timing it to reveal, they are the real majority

They are the real Mc’Coy, he’s not saying anything

He keeps it all in, no really he’s not

Really he is, God’s victim

Be quiet he is about to speak, the language of mumble

Filling his teeth, the people breathe in

The people fall down, what have they eaten

Was it candy or was it beef

Peeling the awe off of your tongue you’re leaving skin and teeth I love the way your mouth looks when you’re saying something weak.

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