

Dark Poetry
Undead Insane
By OL DOG OL_DOG2211@YAHOO.COM
WOKE UP THIS MORING WITH AN AXE IN MY FOREHEAD
PULL THE SHIT OUT, AND STUCK A CHAINSAW THERE INSTEAD
PEOPLE ARE SCARED OF ME FOR SHIT LIKE THIS
BUT YOU COME AND TALK TO ME ABOUT IT I MIGHT GET PISSED
I DRINK BLOOD IN THE MOON LIGHT
JUMP OUT FROM TREES ON LITTLE KIDS JUST TO WACTH THEM RUN IN FRIGHT
I ALWAYS HAVE A KNIFE, MEAT CLEAVER, OR AN AXE
FOR THE MUTHAFUCKERS TO PAY THEY TAX
COME TO THE WORLD I CAME FROM
THERE YOU CAN ALWAYS HEAR THE BEAT OF A VOODOO DRUM
ALL DOORS ARE LOCKED, EVERYONE CAN GET IN
I'M THE MASTER OF MURDERING SIN
SHALL WE BEGIN,
HOW BOUT I START WITH THE DEVIL
HIT HIM IN THE HEAD WITH A SHOVEL
THEN HANG HIM BY HIS BALLS FROM A TREE
PLUCK OUT HIS EYES NOW HE CAN'T SEE
PULL OUT HIS HEART JUST TO GET A TASTE
TAKE A SHOTGUN WATCH HIS FACE BECOME A RED PASTE

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