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.44 put to use
written by Genocide Reaper06:07 AM 3/24/05Faggot I advise you to steer clear of me.
I'm not the type of person to let you talk shit and walk away.
All your fairy little friends giggling like the crack heads they are.
All of you will get a painful lesson in war.
If you don't get away, and I mean very far.
I'm having a moment with my God.
He's telling me to shoot you right between the eyes.
Never again my lord, shall I listen to the demon.
That evil fucker trying to tempt me astray.
Never again shall I play.
I'll get onto the path of dishing out wrath and upon it I shall stay.
I apologize for being blind.
But it'll all fade in due time.
I'll be the best I promise this night.
My whiskey will bring the brutality.
The next time they fuck with me.
Will be the last.
I'll make sure to send them straight to Hell, fast.
Into death they I shall cast.
With a quick cock of the hammer and a swift pull of the trigger.
This .44 is going to fire.
This .44's barrel is going to burn.
I still have the hell-bent desire.
To commit murder.
Their lives I shall purge.
My advice is never try to trick me again.
Once, but never twice.
The second time will be a beating on your ass.
Fuck with me, and fuck with misery.
Fuck with me, and receive nothing but agony.
It was my fuck up.
But that's what I get for being so fucked up.
I won't ignore what's being said.
Next time, I'll make sure you end up dead.
These memories are still in my head.
But soon, only one will haunt me at night, in my bed.
The memory of killing you all.
Watching you all bleed on the pavement.
Teaching you all a lesson of how to be mercilessly violent.
In the end, their laughter will be silent.
In the end, all will be silent. |
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