twelve thousand
• Written by TwoOneEight
sometimes i feel like walking into my school with my glock loaded,
and killing every opponent, ive ever had, im mad but no longer sad,
so fuck the cutter, i am now the hunter,
kids will be screaming schools out, for about, a lifetime,
ill become a guideline, for how to scar a town of twelve thousand for a lifetime,
my spree, will be, so fucking crazy, that an atheist will be asking for god,
bust into the cafeteria, throwin in tear gas, when those kids pass, alas time for my class,
i find that theyr not in the room my anger quickly expands,
no one ever understands, my demands, its like a game of borderlands,
but without the sands, now that my hands are dirty, i gotta get thirty more,
ill murder every whore, n every bore, fuck em up with my mighty roar,
i swore, that once i started i cant score, until its finished,
i cant even leave the thinnest human, soon thatll be proven,
my conclusion is that i need a delusion,
so the cops dont fuck me up on my great escape, through the do not cross tape,
dippin out to a new estate, i finished my killing spree,
now im free, now i can finally see, whats behind, a one of a kind, mind, like mine,
but before i leave you, you have to know what your assigned to do,
and that is,
fuck up an entire,empire, but use a simpler, plan than mine,
because im in hell, ringing satans bell,
make sure you sell lots of illegal shit to kids under the age of ten,
dont forget to pick up a per once in awhile,
and always remember who fucked up the down town high school,
of a town full of twelve thousand living people,
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TwoOneEight
Member since February 26 2014