Do or Die - White Fox Society

Tongue-tied snake if you bite your lip you’d die from the venom.

The same that you spit in every direction with limited discretion.

Shut your mouth!

Before I stitch it closed and watch you squirm in the silence that leaves you

exposed.

Do or die!

You’ll probably do neither keep talking shit like you’re paying off the grim

reaper.

I’m waiting to witness, yourself serving overdose.

You’re selling your bullshit but no ones buying.

I put my soul up for sale and the bids keep flying.

You reek of cheap humility sprayed like cologne to cover the stench of your

vanity.

Smoke the blunts ignore the cunts.

If you like the taste of bad blood then you’re a fucking cunt.

Holding your head up high with a crooked spine drawing the line between the

damned and the divine.

Clever words sound foolish when spoken by a proper little swine.

You’re selling your bullshit but no ones buying.

I put my soul up for sale and the bids keep flying.

You reek of cheap humility sprayed like cologne to cover the stench of your

vanity.

Smoke the blunts ignore the cunts.

If you like the taste of bad blood then you’re a fucking cunt.

I’m the thorn in your side, a sharp free thinker.

Gonna burn you like the sun and let the sting linger.

Let the infection spread, amputate your limbs till we reach your fucking head.

Smoke the blunts ignore the cunts.

If you like the taste of bad blood then you’re a fucking cunt.