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| I Dont Even Fucking Know What The Hell I Was Going |
if i gave you a gun or a bow
Take a shot to kill or to mame
Would you know which weapon to aim
If you mess up; scapegoat to blame?
wouldnt that be just a shame
Kind of wishing now that i never came
Presented you with a question
Possibly a blessing
With your life im meshing
Like shampoo in your hair im caressin
Youre my salad and I'm your dressing
My point Im not quite pressing
Not sure if I had one to begin with
For insnaity is a true bliss
I do whatever I wish
Except when it comes to money then I'm a servant
Making Pennies and the dollars
While secretly wearing a collar
Hoping these bags of cement might be full of powder
Sniff it up then overdose in my shower
Wake up screaming flower power!
Lay and Cower!?
Wait...portrait of Eisenhower?
Since Ted Kennedy died.
I dont know him or much bout him
I just said him cause it rhymed
Bare arms again!
The bow or the gun
The moon or the sun
A Futuristic run
Banging on my head likes its a fucking drum
Inside my little tum tum
Plenty of the vodca and a tiny bit of rum rum
Kind of liqoured now so please keep your lips on the shun
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Posted by y_wait4_u on 2009-08-30 21:47:01 | Rating: | Views: 14
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