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Danger, Bitch 3-29-05
written by Dilemma02:57 AM 4/13/05Everytime I see the little bitch,
I twitch,
With swiirling anger,
Oh yeah, the bitch is in danger.
What should I do with a worthless stranger?
Shall I hang her?
Slam my toe through her eye,
Then watch her bleed till she dies.
I'm sick of pussys and their shit,
They strike at you with wussy hits.
Everywhere you look, you'll see posers,
Yeah, I notice these things, I'm no dozer.
They'll be hanging with your crowd,
Looking all proud,
Because they got you fooled,
I swear there is nothing like cruel,
Painful, yet thrilling fun.
Yet once it's done,
You'll be on the run.
Hiding from police,
Hanging around a barn, hiding in sheep fleece,
And flocking with several geese,
You won't need your homies,
Or your faithful cronies.
They won't want you around,
Watch your back, because you won't hear a sound,
When the clown,
Learks out and attempts to drown,
Your worthless soul in your own blood.
Then to stop this maddness, you'll pull out an oozy and only shoot duds.
You'll take off in a run,
There's nothing to be done.
Because your no stranger,
To painful, horrific danger. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by satan_lucifer (4-14-2005 - 04:37 PM)
| You man, your poem fucking kicked ass. |
by Dilemma (4-16-2005 - 03:30 AM)
| Thanx, :D I appreciate it. |
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