Horror Poetry, not worth your time
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I'll be very angry and I'll bring my rifle
I don't like people that love to trifle
Gonna bring some knives from the far east
It's time for you to start looking for a priest
I'll crush your skull with huge clubs
I'm like a tiger when you touch his cubs
I'll put rusty razor blades inside your ass
Then I'll lock in you in the chamber of gas
I sniff cocaine and I'm always high
Were caught in the fight so I got a black eye
I take out my gun when I see police
I'll also cut them all piece by piece