When FUN talks about martyrs
I assumed I was dicking my kid
And the guy who was in his bed.
Unless he meant some woman
Which I don’t think is the correct term
There are no women martyrs.
It’s a man’s job to die like a reject from hell
So yeah, that is my job.
I guess he’s still queer for daddy
And the invisible “ghost of you”
Pisses me off so much sometimes
That I go on anger kill cycles.
I use the justice program
And self defense.
I don’t even bring a gun.
BANG BANG, ON THE DOOR, BABY
Haha!!! Maus to the rescue!
We got a warrant for you fucknuts,
So are you going to try and shoot me?
What is that, like automatic 4 felons?
NO, IT MEANS YOUR FUCKING DEAD.
SO GO DIE FOR A PROJECT
Or stupid ass cause.
Like I told my recruiter,
Protesting = the last thing I’d ever do,
What the fuck CAN you stand for,
But besides the white side of Christ.
You learned your troubles here
But when you need a role model
It’s someone who can’t normally stand you.
The stank and the breath
If you’re stealing my air
Just tuck yourself in a box for a few years.
Understand your own limbic system
TO NOT REQUIRE BLACK MARKET DRUGS
Like the insinuations
Are nearly forcing purchasing;
I can cut a melon four times
If I toss it in the air.
Wow, good trick.
All I do is kill guys with their own guns. FOR FUN.