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Post by The Bastards on Apr 17, 2007 15:38:46 GMT -5
Rolling the eyes and hoping he dies Pissing you off, they are really not tough They talk all this shit behind your back Which I think should end up with he deceased Ass in a shack with a ten gagged pack meeting his back.
Discharge the rounds in there chest And lay the bullets to rest. Drag the son of a bitch To the forest and make him scream and beg for his life And cut his dick off with an army knife.
Tell him these words of wisdom in his half dead ears “This is what happens to bastards”.once the words have Came out, stuff his ass in the ground and bury him up to The neck and open his mouth with dirt between his teeth Make him wait till he reaches six feet under me.
Kick his head till’ he is dead Or when his face turns red Then you should just walk home With no remorse and bullet led Pull the sheets over your head And wait till he is dead.
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Post by Administrator on Apr 17, 2007 21:00:53 GMT -5
The death thing...its a bit disturbing to me...to each his own i guess...having said that the only part I like of this song/lyrics is this part.
Tell him these words of wisdom in his half dead ears “This is what happens to bastards”.
Thats the only good part in it for me...its actually really good.
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