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I don't want you and I don't need you don't bother to resist, I'll beat you It's not your fault that you're always wrong the weak ones are there to justify the strong the beautiful people, the beautiful people it's all relative to the size of your steeple you can't see the forest for the trees you can't smell your own shit on your knees there's no time to discriminate, hate every motherfucker that's in your way Hey you, what do you see? something beautiful, something free? hey you, are you trying to be mean? if you live with apes, man, it's hard to be clean the worms will live in every host it's hard to pick which one they eat most the horrible people, the horrible people it's as anatomic as the size of your steeple capitalism has made it this way, old-fashioned fascism will take it away Hey you, what do you see? something beautiful, something free? hey you, are you trying to be mean? if you live with apes, man, it's hard to be clean there's no time to discriminate, hate every motherfucker that's in your way the beautiful people, the beautiful people the beautiful people, the beautiful people the beautiful people, the beautiful people the beautiful people, the beautiful people Hey you, what do you see? something beautiful, something free? hey you, are you trying to be mean? if you live with apes, man, it's hard to be clean Hey you, what do you see? something beautiful, something free? hey you, are you trying to be mean? if you live with apes, man, it's hard to be clean the beautiful people, the beautiful people the beautiful people, the beautiful people the beautiful people, the beautiful people the beautiful people, the beautiful people

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Yo no te quiero y no te necesito no te molestes en resistirte, yo te pegaré No es tu culpa que siempre estés equivocado los débiles están para justificar al fuerte la gente bonita, la gente bonita, todo es relativo al tamaño de tu aguja no puedes ver el bosque por los árboles no puedes oler tu propia mierda en tus rodillas ¿Eh tú, qué ves? ¿algo bonito, algo libre? ¿eh tú, estás intentando ser malo? si vives con monos, hombre, es difícil estar limpio no hay tiempo para diferenciar, odia cada jode madres que esté en tu camino los gusanos vivirán en cada organizador es duro escoger cuál ellos come más la gente horrible, la gente horrible, es tan anatómico como el tamaño de tu aguja el capitalismo lo ha hecho así, el fascismo es anticuado llévatelo (coro)