Bullets Are Cheaper Than Desks

Ski Mask Sacrifice

Open your lunchbox,
Your mommy packed you a surprise.
Frozen body parts of those shot on campus during 'Nam.
Toss 'em in the wave, think of them as chicken fingers.
Everything tastes like it anyway.
Or don't eat, the system would rather have it that way.
Because once you collapse in class on an amphetamine binge,
That's more money for the plastic guns that "bang".

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