Dead man walking
• Written by Jito
I rip you apart and eat your pieces
Sweep it up leave the floor speechless
Its so clean it's good enough for days
Your states are bad enough on these dates
Pennsylvania and New York
About to see a big stork
You've been warned
The plane crashes into the building
Your wishing you hadn't remembered the killings
Of the dark Al-Qaeda
You seem like the type of guy ta
Kiss an ass for a million dollars
Say hello to my business partner
Seeing it fall like the plane that dropped her
I'm a sick vicious little prick of a human
The conclusion of the confusion is I'm one of the union
Illuminati confirmed mother fucker
We were covered under the carpet and the government were
Trying to hide us
How many times does it take to finally capture justice
Nine eleven was a scheme for tax purposes
My dick rubbing up on soft surfaces
Enough to give me a buzz better than disease filled services
The vermin is the one that says "the verdict is"
Fuck you, you fat fuck your the burden shit
who eats burgers and chips and salsa and dip
But when you call him fat he has to throw a fit
I made a list of all the fucking shit you caused you prick
Now taste my mighty dick that grew thick
Fuck this new age program interlocking
Me and becoming the new dead man walking
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Jito
Member since November 5 2015