Kill-Again's Island
Contributed by
papajfat
on
Thursday, 12th June 2003 @ 07:25:00 PM in AEST
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Money...
Is what some people would die for,
It's what we all live our lives for,
My only fear is to die poor.
It's Funny...
Another day, a new problemo,
it's hard to cope driving a pinto.
Surrender stacks of cash,
watches, jewelry.
Get shot for ***** with Tom Foolery.
Listen up, the plan is simple.
If I can't make it, I will take it,
out the bank.
In the middle of the day,
With an oozie to your face.
You don't have the resourcefulness to stop me.
I'm a greedy man, and according to plan,
You're about to die with a bullet through your eye.
It's nothing personal..I just want your wallet.
I can't stop this ringing in my headphones,
Mucisians telling me to grab a gun and steal,
I just watched Clint Eastwood blow up Rambo.
While looking cool, drunk; behind the wheel.
So, it's no wonder that my work ethics are shot,
already hocked all I got,
now gone, like the rocks it bought.
And now I'm sickened, from addiction,
and desperate lengths I'll go to fix 'em.
So for your own sake, I hope you're ***** praying,
Because I'm standing on your front porch, waiting,
To kick down the door and start spraying.
So what I'm saying, while you're decaying,
is I'm not playing with you.
You're all screwed now, 'cause I just got cable,
And suddenly I make Saddam seem stable.
You can't disable me, with entire naval fleets,
I'll take your new car keys, and your Old Navy fleece.
Your best bet, is not to fret, or disrespect,
If you jet, I'll break your neck,
Then I'll take your payroll check.
You won't be needing it anymore,
you're on the floor, feeling sore,
but there's more in store.
Look what television's done to my weak mind,
Completely dulled my senses of wrong and right.
Lurking in the curtains, when you say goodnight,
Now, I just can't wait to get satellite.
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2003-06-12 19:25:00] (Date/Time posted on
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