Slug bit my song. Asshole.

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Slugs song "The Last To Say"

As far back as he cares to remember,
He used to see his old man lose the temper
And mama's pretty face would catch it all,
On a regular basis the nest would fall.

But he was always safe from dad's rage,
Cause mama sacrificed in his place
Two-dozen years of the blood, sweat, tears,
Avoid the mirror, losing her hair from the fear

She never left him, stayed inside
He beat her ass up until the day that he died
In fact, the biggest beating was the day that he died
Cause now it's too late for her to make a new life

She gets to mourn for the touch of a punch,
Won't ever admit that she aint clutchin it much,
Someday she'll die, it still won't be done
The anger lives on through their son.

Cause he saw, he caught it all
A childhood of watching ma and pa get raw
It's too bad for him, nah, that's half the truth
'Cause you back with him now and he's smackin you
What happened to you? You don't have a clue.
Did your mama used to suffer accidents too?
I never knew that you would stand for abuse,
I guess I just assumed that you would pack up and move.

Think about when you left him last time,
Said out loud that you would never forgive past crimes,
Sunglasses, so dark, scarf around the neck to cover the choke marks.
And since you gotta justify returnin,
You convinced yourself that he's just a hurt person.
You wanna blame that cross he bears,
But his pop's not there when he tosses you down stairs.

Let me be the last to say,
Please don't stay.
Let me be the last to say,
You won't be okay.

Please put your shoes on and step into that warm weather,
Go get yourself a more better forever.
Gotta put it down, you gotta leave it,
And don't ever come back again, you gotta mean it.
Just tear it all apart and build new,
Cause if you don't kill him, he's gonna kill you.
You can't hold hands when they make fists,
And I aint the first to say this.

But let me be the last to say,
Please don't stay.
Let me be the last to say,
You won't be okay.
Let me be the last to say,
Please don't stay.


My song: "Bury The Bone"


we will wait...
we will wait...
we will wait...

opening up his eyes wide screaming to a new life..
with everything around him being seen inside a new light..
He couldn't understand it all the faces that were staring at him
barely mattered, he was just as cold as he had ever been..
what happened to the warmth inside her belly? (Shoulda never left)
(let me guess, the story takes a turn for the worst right?)..
the first fight, we're gonna jump alot of months ahead (bottoms up)...
The same screaming baby with a differ-ent situation to be placed in,
facing up the demons that he'd wrestle with the rest of his life,
(best to fight them off) but you can't, fight them all
(daddy's getting mad now).. mommy wouldn't back down,
mommy covers little puppy, mommy turns to daddy
and then daddy turns a little rough with mommy
and a six pack of "confidence" into a "hurt her badly",
and sadly.. This is how the story goes,
this is how we pour the mould
(Maury Povich would be proud of them)


we will wait..
we will wait..
til the bottle is gone..
til the bottle is gone..


we jump ahead a little while... daddy learned to pass the mic
the 'confidence' dad would like would turn into his bragging rights,
(little puppy's growing up now).. his tail's a little thicker
and, he's known for hanging up town and handling his liquor
bickering with the clowns and getting praised for his abilities
for keeping down the liquid that would shade his insecurities
impurities and surely he's a joke ((he's a joke))..
If they only knew what he was hiding in that drunken stooper
Someone who's alive, they might have died from what he was doing,
(speak the truth) and thanking all the heavens he's been dead since
his daddy hit his mommy, (living life out as a sentence)
and the women he's in bed, with would never know the real man,
the man behind the liquid.. the one without a real hand
to catch him if he falls because the only one who did that
was battered in a brawl by his own hands ((own hands))
His old man's influence is prevelant, (let him win)


Even as a young pup he knew just how to settle it..
Dad taught him well, Alcohol's the best medicine x2

((we will wait..
we will wait..
til the bottle is gone..
til the bottle is gone..))


Now we see that little puppy has a family of his own
and now he's grown into a big dog, he's happy with his home..
he's happy with the bone that he has buried in his backyard,
a track star, He's used to running away into a stooper still,
a new refill is waiting once that bottle hits the emptiness
(Debating on the day that she can run away and end with him)..
a six pack would barely give him confidence
but took away his common sense
the cops would get called, upon a nightly basis,
(the cycle rages on).. the face that his father painted,
Placed in to the wrong arrangement,
(Mother tried to save him from it)
a puppet on the string inside the bottle that he's cupping well,
there's something telling me that he won't live to give another welt
when every touch was something else.. needles with a felt-tip
were clutching to his mouth until he felt sick ((felt sick))
she WOULD leave him to a shelter, (but she)..
she isn't well enough to help her... self


Blatant biting of my concept.

[Maybe]

Cool story bro.




Nah, for real, I already got this from you a while ago. He's a biter. I bet he visits sites to steal ideas haha, with all his albums. No wonder he has such a versatile variety.

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Cool story bro.




Nah, for real, I already got this from you a while ago. He's a biter. I bet he visits sites to steal ideas haha, with all his albums. No wonder he has such a versatile variety.

YEAH SEE.

Nah, but when I first heard his song I got really mad because people will think I bit him when they hear my song. Even though we most likely wrote them around the same time.

[Maybe]

Cool story bro.




Nah, for real, I already got this from you a while ago. He's a biter. I bet he visits sites to steal ideas haha, with all his albums. No wonder he has such a versatile variety.

YEAH SEE.

Nah, but when I first heard his song I got really mad because people will think I bit him when they hear my song. Even though we most likely wrote them around the same time.

Or you wrote that before him... Actually, didn't we write a song similar to one on the Blood Blades tape, and later laughed about it?

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^^^ yeah

[BigBoss]

Never heard of this slug before tbh

[Devil'sAdvocate]

Your song is better than slug's.

[Kez]

Who's Slug

[Maybe]

Who's Slug

Isn't it that thing that is like a snail but without a shell?