Saturday, April 10, 2010

Automatic, instamatic, not quick enough for your patience
lack thereof being expected from a riff raff with your history!
I should have turned you out of here ,  when the sun came down
You can’t spray at night, kills the customers
So now I’m in the pitiable position of begging a favor from you
And threatening you si  mul    tan eously  that if you refuse
You had better kill me now because I will hunt your children down
Before I kill you




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