You want to play war,
you think you’re so tough,
go ahead then,
I’ve got something
for your belligerence.
That’s right,
put up your dukes,
let’s fight!
O yeah soldier,
sniff some of my vapor,
inhale it deep,
get a good whiff.
At first you’ll get a runny nose,
probably try to rip off your clothes,
you’ll have trouble breathing
with a constricted chest,
as your pupils dilate,
you’ll make a confessional,
get blistered.
Then you’ll *****
urinate & defecate,
soil your pants,
do the funky-monkey
spin spastic
& keel over
with a closed-throat,
stone cold dead.
You see,
I am the result
of diabolical science,
I’m manufactured specifically
to ruin your day
& I will.
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
You want to play war,
you think you’re so tough,
go ahead then,
I’ve got something
for your belligerence.
That’s right,
put up your dukes,
let’s fight!
O yeah soldier,
sniff some of my vapor,
inhale it deep,
get a good whiff.
At first you’ll get a runny nose,
probably try to rip off your clothes,
you’ll have trouble breathing
with a constricted chest,
as your pupils dilate,
you’ll make a confessional,
get blistered.
Then you’ll *****
urinate & defecate,
soil your pants,
do the funky-monkey
spin spastic
& keel over
with a closed-throat,
stone cold dead.
You see,
I am the result
of diabolical science,
I’m manufactured specifically
to ruin your day
& I will.
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