B.u.b.s.
Flattery vs. Battery
All of you bozos and lameoswho commence to poach:Don't think the sane majoritywon't continue to coach.You're all a dime a dozen.and not in the Darrell way.You connivingly cozenand you act totally gay.Maraud.Your efforts all amountto fraud.The true metalheads won'tapplaud.The more of you that swindle.The less of us that dwindle.True musicians don't filch.You lot will reach to zilch.Loot, like you don't give a hoot.Hoot, when you see a babe's fruit.Loot, as if my point is moot.Toot, so a guy knows he's beaut.Letras de cancionesYou trendy scene guys love to flash a poseso all the trendy scene gals suck your hose.Purloinso you can score enoughviagra and vagina foryour groin.Even then you hunger for morepenis and pussy so yourummageso you can bag enoughcocks and clits for yourbummage.It agitates me, seeing all you posers pinchwithout a flinch.It aggravates me, thinking you do all this tomake us unhinge.It irritates me, knowing that I could end youwith a lynch.Rustlethen there can be evenmore dickies and titties for you tohustlealthough with that said, you willget into a chaotic and cathartictusslewith all the metalheads thatform quite a collective and destructivemuscle.The underlying aspect of homageshould not be so confused with image.The never-ending mileage to gain coolageis like a pillage in a village.One shouldn't strive for the privilegeto obtain another's rightful lineage.
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