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There's a stranger at the door Eyes are blurry and sunk to the floor its the middle of the night and the noise causes fright you open the door and fear what’s more grabbed by the beard assailed in the night tribal lines feared by the victims of tonight They cut off my manhood they cut off my might Fanatic terrorism Is the cult I must fight But I would have rather died sleep through the perils I’ve eyed than to have this beard of mine cut my manhood, my pride This ego has fallen by the hand of slandered, misguided pride -Sam mullet must be tried -sa fool that must be tried When they stole my hair they stole my story This beard was much more than identity allegory They didn't steal it all though.... I escaped To tell a story of fear in a horse and buggy ride To alert the media and to simply confide We never locked our doors before you wondered “what violence” you s3nseless ***** Schism between the mainstream and Mullet and the scissors cut/divide communities apart like a cook does a cutlet Never forget the scissors that took my bucket-list , TerrorEYEz; learned helplessness, cult leader...fuck-it-quick. .fuck.youSamMullet.
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
.fuck.youSam:Mullet. an Amish Ode
There's a stranger at the door Eyes are blurry and sunk to the floor its the middle of the night and the noise causes fright you open the door and fear what’s more grabbed by the beard assailed in the night tribal lines feared by the victims of tonight They cut off my manhood they cut off my might Fanatic terrorism Is the cult I must fight But I would have rather died sleep through the perils I’ve eyed than to have this beard of mine cut my manhood, my pride This ego has fallen by the hand of slandered, misguided pride -Sam mullet must be tried -sa fool that must be tried When they stole my hair they stole my story This beard was much more than identity allegory They didn't steal it all though.... I escaped To tell a story of fear in a horse and buggy ride To alert the media and to simply confide We never locked our doors before you wondered “what violence” you s3nseless ***** Schism between the mainstream and Mullet and the scissors cut/divide communities apart like a cook does a cutlet Never forget the scissors that took my bucket-list , TerrorEYEz; learned helplessness, cult leader...fuck-it-quick. .fuck.youSamMullet.
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Feb 22, 2016
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