ok... let me break it down like this. if you ever call me a punk again. i will find you and i will beat you and i will not stop until you are dead. and further mor. what gives you the right to judge some one you don't even know. i will sufficate you so you'll suffer more. then you'll die, too.
ok... let me break it down like this. if you ever call me a punk again. i will find you and i will beat you and i will not stop until you are dead. :twisted: and further mor. what gives you the right to judge some one you don't even know. i will sufficate you so you'll suffer more. then you'll die, too.
ok... let me break it down like this. if you ever call me a punk again. i will find you and i will beat you and i will not stop until you are dead. :twisted: and further mor. what gives you the right to judge some one you don't even know. i will sufficate you so you'll suffer more. then you'll die, too.
ok... let me break it down like this. if you ever call me a punk again. i will find you and i will beat you and i will not stop until you are dead. :twisted: and further mor. what gives you the right to judge some one you don't even know. i will sufficate you so you'll suffer more. then you'll die, too.
if you say anything again, i will drag you deep, down, into the dark,firey depths of hell were you sit in the flames of the sins you have so wrongfully commited. and then i will sit with you and enjoy the life that was made for me. for i am the spon of satin and i shall live out the rest of my years there. enjoying your pain and suffering, as if it was a piece of the sweetest choolate ever.
And, over the course of several hours, I will gouge out your heart with a dull, rusty screwdriver, then swalllow it whole, and when I crap it out I'll feed it to my dog, and when he craps it out I'll run it over with my car.
and as the flames continue to arise
i see there's no one left but you and i
and as we fight the endless battle, i realise we're the only ones left
and then i bring to you your death.
as they run into my room with their chainsaws at hand
i'll beat them with bats and make my demand
they'll bring you in, all rapped up and neat
then i'll rip you to shreds and devour the meat
i saw the dead boy on the floor
i turned and saw you behind the door
i realived mt life was surely over
what an honor to die at the hands of you
for i am a true child of hells angels