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Crime
You speak of heaters,
But i'll leave your body bloody and cold,
Looking like swiss cheese,
With machine gun holes,
Flee the scene before im seen,
Lady screams as i leave,
So i fucking tore out her spleen,
Two chalk outlines on the same street,
From a repeated offender trynna stay discreet,
When the cameras on the words i speak.
But i'll leave your body bloody and cold,
Looking like swiss cheese,
With machine gun holes,
Flee the scene before im seen,
Lady screams as i leave,
So i fucking tore out her spleen,
Two chalk outlines on the same street,
From a repeated offender trynna stay discreet,
When the cameras on the words i speak.
Published 13th Jan 2011
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23rd Dec 2011 7:18am
Geeze! this poem is so gruesome and morbid, but at the same creepy time, it sort of makes me hungry( the cheese part, any way). Weird, awesome poem by the way.
