A rye on the cooker
that is where you'll look
I will raise my knife
I'll take you down down down
where you took me
I'm sure that I might hate you
but that it not what Mr. Board said
you are the one that I can't stand
you betrayed me
you are a selfish child
God is mad
the bacon fell
you are dead now
I just know it
Nonsense! nonsense!
your cousin is a poet
she is just not as good as I
and neither will you ever be
I hope you are gone now
because I blocked you on Myspace
Oh, Oh
I think I have fainted
a flash
maybe it's you running
You're gone gone gone
pathetic
pathetic
nothing
n
o
th
ing
to me at all
I hope that you leave
Family
Ha!
you don't care about anyone but yourself
and the Banjamins!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Leave
leave leave leave leave leave leave leave
leave, b***h, leave!
Two diced up eggs
split over you
is that all you know
you are scrambled and over easy
hi high!
how are you?
enjoy your meal!
cause I know it's your last!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA