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Bring it, Buk

So Chinaski took down Hem,

eh Buk?

I could take your cardboard mask

anyday

because i know he's more of a paper tiger

than the commies hoped america would be.

 

I'm crazier than you

and i'm willing to bet

my pecker against yours;

if you win

i'll chop it off with a rusty cleaver

and we can braid eachother's hair

while we tape my pecker onto the tip of yours

and spray silly string and ***** into my wound.

 

So what you got?

Huh? How crazy can you get?

 

After all,

i think you died naturally.

I still got time in these bones

to walk onto campus with

a gallon of gas

and a pack of menthol cigarettes,

asking to *** a lighter.

 

How crazy

have they become?

And how crazy do you think

it will make me?

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Aug 6, 2010
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