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Old ******* Die Hard

Gonna be a trail of tears

for the ***** that cried wolf.

Gonna scalp his white  hair,

and chuck his body off the roof.

And when he hits the ground

his spirit guide will show up.

To say he wouldn't be dead

if is *** had shut up.

Old ******* die hard

but for him it'd be a mercy.

His only joy in life

is posting weak *** verse.

The burial ground

were I leave him won't be cursed.

How we did the Cherokee was bad,

but what's in store for him is worse.

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Nov 27, 2014
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