Somewhere
could be close as your living room
maybe as far as Siam
Two idiots gonna prove
they ain't never possessed a clue
not one brilliant idea between them
Telling stupid stories
making them all up
each one half as believable as the last
Soon they're angry at each other
Ronnie launched projectile *****
in the general direction of Ray_Ray
There are no words gross and horrible enough to describe the things Ray Ray was planning and doing against Ronnie
They only happy conclusion
is the thought the Ray and Ronnie will be sleeping on the floor, sprawled on the wet linoleum of a floor covered wit trite,offal, straight up **** Gobs of spit, the precarious bar of which they need to rise
Those ********* died the Martyr-ific death like only they could die I honestly think they get more thrill out dying than any of the rest.
Let 'em die
we have no use for them
it's what they wanted all along
Everybody was having a good dead
Two freaks making faces at each other and us ain't about to make a deal out of it
think we'll mosey on our merry way
Leave all that analysing where it belongs
I know a poet who could
Put an end to the coral that doesn't honor the almighty honor bound
He can hide them in his closest
Melt their bodies in barbells of acid,
Much less to deal with
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
Somewhere
could be close as your living room
maybe as far as Siam
Two idiots gonna prove
they ain't never possessed a clue
not one brilliant idea between them
Telling stupid stories
making them all up
each one half as believable as the last
Soon they're angry at each other
Ronnie launched projectile *****
in the general direction of Ray_Ray
There are no words gross and horrible enough to describe the things Ray Ray was planning and doing against Ronnie
They only happy conclusion
is the thought the Ray and Ronnie will be sleeping on the floor, sprawled on the wet linoleum of a floor covered wit trite,offal, straight up **** Gobs of spit, the precarious bar of which they need to rise
Those ********* died the Martyr-ific death like only they could die I honestly think they get more thrill out dying than any of the rest.
Let 'em die
we have no use for them
it's what they wanted all along
Everybody was having a good dead
Two freaks making faces at each other and us ain't about to make a deal out of it
think we'll mosey on our merry way
Leave all that analysing where it belongs
I know a poet who could
Put an end to the coral that doesn't honor the almighty honor bound
He can hide them in his closest
Melt their bodies in barbells of acid,
Much less to deal with
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