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Underground eXperts United
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[ Poetry Collection ] [ By DIzzIE ]
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THE CHILDREN
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BY: DIzzIE
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And the children watch
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And the children laugh
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As their parents burn
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As their parents melt
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And the children sing
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And the children dance
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And the children die from the mustard gas
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From the mustard gas out of Hitler's ass
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And now the children are dead
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And now the voices are gone
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And the evil is fed
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This is the greatest con
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That we children are gone
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THE STALKER
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I bathe in the blood of your unborn child
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The demon inside me has really gone wild
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I blow up the Town Hall
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And then go stalking at the local shopping mall
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I find a target
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Her name is Mrs.Margret
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I follow her to the shoe department
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And then I go to her apartment
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I hit her with a baseball bat
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And then I skin her little cat
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I poke Mrs.Margret with poisoned darts
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And I chop her into little parts
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I put the pieces around the house
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As I eat a juicy mouse
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I hide in the attic
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Because here comes Pattic
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He is the son of Mrs.Margret
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Now he is the new target
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I creep behind him holding gasoline
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Not to be confused with kerosene
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Now he is on fire
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And I have almost fulfilled my desire
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Now Mr.Margret comes home
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He sees his family dead in his home
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He silently gets a knife and puts it to his throat
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Then he lies in his blood, moaning like a goat
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I bathe in the blood of his unborn child
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The demon inside me has really gone wild
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A VOICE
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Stop the Insanity
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Save the humanity
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Assassinate the president
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Never trust the government
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We must fight and we must win
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We must destroy all forces of sin
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We will dominate the world
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Farting chunks of dead green gold!
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YEAH!
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FAMILY VALUES
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Your life sucks, so why don't you kill yourself?
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Just get your daddies gun
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and get ready to have some fun
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Just point the gun at your head
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and soon you'll be very dead
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Then your brains will be all over the floor
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And maybe even on the kitchen door
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Your parents will be very sad
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Well ain't that just too fucking bad?
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And then your mom will stop screwing your dad
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And that will make him even more sad
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So he'll reach for the machete
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And chop the bitch up like confetti
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Then your dad will meet a whore
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And he'll keep pushing her for more
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But your dad wont have any more money
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So she'll say "Goodbye Honey"
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And that will make your daddy mad
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And he'll do something very bad
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He'll tie the whore to the bed
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And fuck her until she's dead
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Then he'll eat the cold dead whore
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And then he'll probably drink some more
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Then your daddy will go walking around the city
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Looking for someone to share his pity
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He'll meet your grandma on the street
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And she'll dance to his funky beat
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And then he'll tell her to suck his dick
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But she'll say her heart belongs to a hobo named Rick
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And then your daddy will get tired
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Besides, he just got fired
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And then your daddy will meet Bill
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Who just seems to want to kill
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So he'll push your daddy of a hill
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And thus, this is the end of your shitty family
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LAME-ASS PRICK
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BY: DIzzIE (C)1999
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You fucking piece of crap
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You think you're all that, 'cus you listen to rap?
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You're nothing but a fucking looser
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Just another drunk old boozer
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Now let me tell you something my friend
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The game is over, this is the end
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I got my gun here, it's an AK-47
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Yup, the same one I used to rob the 7-11
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I'll blast off your little wrinkled nuts
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Then you'll probably barf up all your guts
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I'll rip off your cock
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And then I'll get a big-ass rock
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And I'll drop it on your head
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And you'll be shaking with dread
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Thinking that you should have never fucked with me
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You motherfucking wannabee
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Oh yes, you're dead now, so you don't get to fuck the cow
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Oh well, I guess that just means there's more milk for me! WEEE!
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