Fiction Reform
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For me the clock is ticking
For you the glock is anticipating
It's eminent, your ticket taker
Will rise up and disavow your provocations
Fake heart, forced rhymes
Fraudulent claims that you never told a lie
Big words from a rather small silhouette
Understand you're never gonna gonna get it
Sleeping your way to the middle of the charts
It's over in the minute when your legs won't spread that far apart
It's gross when I hear you've slept with all my friends
There's not a name that you haven't had your lips around
Fake heart, forced rhymes
Fraudulent claims that you never told a lie
Big words from a rather small silhouette
Understand you're never gonna gonna get it
Your number, your number, your number's up