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[QUOTE="Not-Heavily-Medicated-Enough:585745"]That was good, but how about this? Ripped apart by angry bums Walking down the street you notice a horrid smell You look around and realize you surrounded in hell Old, toothless, smelly, demented, and plain out nasty Surrounded by bums, their awful stench and appearance ghastly They hound you for spare change for food But your not dumb, you know the truth They want to go buy themselves a crack rock So you throw out Canadian change and they flock Cutting through the alley to try and stray But they notice the false money right away If only they were more stupid, but their not And once again you find yourself surrounded by decay and crotch rot But this time they don’t want your money, they want your life They have been deceived for the last time, if only you had your knife Closing in, you try to fight, but in vain Your efforts useless against the retarded and insane You catch a rock to the back of the head and hit the ground Looking up in a daze the bums begin to surround They grab onto your arms, legs, and head Beginning to pull, you start to see red You hear a rip and a snap and pain shoots through you You look down and see that your leg has been detached from you You scream in pain, only to be silenced as your throat is ripped out Everything goes black, gurgling in your blood, you try and shout As they give one final tug, you come apart in four Strewn upon the ground, you don’t exist, you are no more As your soul leaves your body, you see yourself All your friends, all those years of worrying for your health Nothing matters anymore, not that your ripped apart The funny thing is, I still have your heart In a jar on my shelf, I took you wallet and bettered myself Now your dead and I’m rich, that’s what you get for being a greedy ass bitch [/QUOTE]
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