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DMS—Diddled My Stick
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When the black sheep’s neglected and becomes the black knight on a white horse
When the black king’s taken by the white knights he used to fight for. When you kill to climb up the ladder where the last rung snaps And your dead enemies rise like they’re back from naps Reversal of Grinch when there’s a back to stab And the knives that cut our roast beast start to slash and jab When the 3rd born let’s his mother drown And kills the 2nd brother for the others crown I’ve met so many Judas’s I don’t trust James and John I’ve left so many Brutus’s in the flame’s and bronze I try to pray to the hailed godly when I’m feeling blue “In the name of the father, son and— to hell they’ll prob’ly kill me too.” Half the parent killers are murdered by shanks of pathetic orphans Every man who makes a black night, takes the mans life Will face the headless horseman. Last edited by DMS; 08-12-2018 at 12:09 AM. |
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