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Po-ems these days Often leave me in a haze They try to deter my gaze As I hope it's just a phase Skill level means nothing If you always end up flunking On yesterday and today's age old trend If one still lacks the goods Why not fax in some hoods To add to an otherwise cold winter So lounging one day I decided to sift through the hay So please refrain from the hinder But scrolling away I find a knot in said hay And I thought it was about time to sic her Po-ems these days are dumb I'd rather **** my OWN thumb They're as utilitarian as my *** Which is something I often forget to wipe

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Jan 29, 2015

Jan 29, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC

An Endless Lyrical Flow Graces the Consumer's Ear as They Toil Away at the Clockwork

Po-ems these days Often leave me in a haze They try to deter my gaze As I hope it's just a phase Skill level means nothing If you always end up flunking On yesterday and today's age old trend If one still lacks the goods Why not fax in some hoods To add to an otherwise cold winter So lounging one day I decided to sift through the hay So please refrain from the hinder But scrolling away I find a knot in said hay And I thought it was about time to sic her Po-ems these days are dumb I'd rather **** my OWN thumb They're as utilitarian as my *** Which is something I often forget to wipe

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Walking down the city streets Wearing a fresh new pair of pleats See a dame with a dog in a purse I know that soon I'll be in a hearse Dog springs out and clutches my face Looks like a bat flyin into a vase Whips out the claws and scratches me up I fall to the ground an throw off the pup Late that nite I wake up in a fuss Break down the door an leave in a rush Jump in the car and punch the throttle With my hand wrapped up around the bottle Hauling down the streets, **** the cops Try to stop me an I'll pop your top Drive right up to the tallest hill I'm feelin ill, needa pop a pill Take a look up at the moon And then I yell Ahhhh oooooo! Ahhhh oooooo! Drop on all fours and sprout some fur Cravin some mo so I let out a grrr Ears pop out That's what I'm talking about! Sprint down the hill And I'm ready ta **** Pounce on some civilians Cuttin em down by the millions Chomp at the fools bleed em out at the throat Bodies falling by the river, watch em all float Spot the cops drivin a by They don't know they're soon all gonna die! More keep on comin So I keep on runnin Nowhere to go so I take a last stand Load up on guns just like an Afghan I whip out the gat Make it go ratta tat tat Pinned against the wall I take it to overhaul All out of bullets, **** my gun The old fashioned way is a lot more fun But I don't last long, shots puncture my skull Flies out the back of my head leavin a hole Fall to the ground in a ****** mess But I got one last thing to profess Werewolves in Compton! Ahhhh oooooo! Ahhhh oooooo! Next up is hell! I'm comin fo you!

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Jan 15, 2015

Jan 15, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC

Werewolves in Compton

Walking down the city streets Wearing a fresh new pair of pleats See a dame with a dog in a purse I know that soon I'll be in a hearse Dog springs out and clutches my face Looks like a bat flyin into a vase Whips out the claws and scratches me up I fall to the ground an throw off the pup Late that nite I wake up in a fuss Break down the door an leave in a rush Jump in the car and punch the throttle With my hand wrapped up around the bottle Hauling down the streets, **** the cops Try to stop me an I'll pop your top Drive right up to the tallest hill I'm feelin ill, needa pop a pill Take a look up at the moon And then I yell Ahhhh oooooo! Ahhhh oooooo! Drop on all fours and sprout some fur Cravin some mo so I let out a grrr Ears pop out That's what I'm talking about! Sprint down the hill And I'm ready ta **** Pounce on some civilians Cuttin em down by the millions Chomp at the fools bleed em out at the throat Bodies falling by the river, watch em all float Spot the cops drivin a by They don't know they're soon all gonna die! More keep on comin So I keep on runnin Nowhere to go so I take a last stand Load up on guns just like an Afghan I whip out the gat Make it go ratta tat tat Pinned against the wall I take it to overhaul All out of bullets, **** my gun The old fashioned way is a lot more fun But I don't last long, shots puncture my skull Flies out the back of my head leavin a hole Fall to the ground in a ****** mess But I got one last thing to profess Werewolves in Compton! Ahhhh oooooo! Ahhhh oooooo! Next up is hell! I'm comin fo you!

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Jan 12, 2015

Jan 12, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC

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