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Array ( [sid] => 45074 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My Rhyme [time] => 2004-04-27 13:20:06 [hometext] => ThIs Is TO tHe OnE WhO RuInEd My LiFe [bodytext] =>
You’re gonna die
I’m gonna kill you
Wether it day or like New Years Winter
Slash you’re brain open with a pair of scissors
Wait there ain’t nuttin’
There but a couple of blisters
Pop ‘em with a knife
That way I can get rid of my strife
Blow your brains out on the a floor
I don’t wanna talk to you no more

You’re a ***** you’re worse than my mom
Whose have n’ a trip b/c I mowed the lawn
You say stuff you know you shouldn’t
You know I can kill you yet you think I wouldn’t
I will you better be aware
I see you now and you make me glare
All I have to say is ***** of and die
You ***** n’ ***** I’ll make you cry
You’re ***** n’ jealous and you know it
I beat you up and now you show it
Hahaha I wasn’t gonna say it
I might as well since you’re actin’ the same
Hahaha I beat you get over it
I’m a winner and proud to show it

So go take you’re ***** n’ talk
And why don’t you shove it in a sock
You lost and now you’ll pay
You were my best friend
But now it’s not the same and you must pay
You were lucky to be on my side
I wouldn’t have killed you, but now you will die

Not later, not tomorrow
When you’re happy and I’ll leave him in sorrow
You have beef with me; bring it to my face
You’re a ***** n’ coward and I’ll make you shake
I’ll torcher you before you die
Give you pieces to your lover to make him cry
Hang you and slit your thought
Stab you with a fork
Burn off your hair and melt your ears
Shock you and mutilate you with my tears

I’ll make you pay for all this bull
I hate you so much; you’re gonna die
And guess what; afterwards I won’t cry
Not sorry not even a bit

Now you’ll die I can promise you that
Have fun for now, but don’t forget to watch your back
I will kill you that’s a promise
You’ll die get used to the fact
Maybe a little sooner than your god can react
Haha I’m going to hell
See you there in Hitler’s relm
Oh wow, I’m going insane
Haha it’s to late
My minds set; I won’t retreat
You’re gonna die I promise
I’ll kill you myself you *****
***** you

Haha you’re dead now
Bohoo
Goodbye; that makes me happy
You ***** you’re dead heheh…
I can be happy now with out your ***** n’ lies
Your B.S. crap is gone and I can finally live my life.
Goodbye :)


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My Rhyme

Contributed by Um_dubbidy_dumdum on Tuesday, 27th April 2004 @ 01:20:06 PM in AEST
Topic: psychoticpoems




You’re gonna die
I’m gonna kill you
Wether it day or like New Years Winter
Slash you’re brain open with a pair of scissors
Wait there ain’t nuttin’
There but a couple of blisters
Pop ‘em with a knife
That way I can get rid of my strife
Blow your brains out on the a floor
I don’t wanna talk to you no more

You’re a ***** you’re worse than my mom
Whose have n’ a trip b/c I mowed the lawn
You say stuff you know you shouldn’t
You know I can kill you yet you think I wouldn’t
I will you better be aware
I see you now and you make me glare
All I have to say is ***** of and die
You ***** n’ ***** I’ll make you cry
You’re ***** n’ jealous and you know it
I beat you up and now you show it
Hahaha I wasn’t gonna say it
I might as well since you’re actin’ the same
Hahaha I beat you get over it
I’m a winner and proud to show it

So go take you’re ***** n’ talk
And why don’t you shove it in a sock
You lost and now you’ll pay
You were my best friend
But now it’s not the same and you must pay
You were lucky to be on my side
I wouldn’t have killed you, but now you will die

Not later, not tomorrow
When you’re happy and I’ll leave him in sorrow
You have beef with me; bring it to my face
You’re a ***** n’ coward and I’ll make you shake
I’ll torcher you before you die
Give you pieces to your lover to make him cry
Hang you and slit your thought
Stab you with a fork
Burn off your hair and melt your ears
Shock you and mutilate you with my tears

I’ll make you pay for all this bull
I hate you so much; you’re gonna die
And guess what; afterwards I won’t cry
Not sorry not even a bit

Now you’ll die I can promise you that
Have fun for now, but don’t forget to watch your back
I will kill you that’s a promise
You’ll die get used to the fact
Maybe a little sooner than your god can react
Haha I’m going to hell
See you there in Hitler’s relm
Oh wow, I’m going insane
Haha it’s to late
My minds set; I won’t retreat
You’re gonna die I promise
I’ll kill you myself you *****
***** you

Haha you’re dead now
Bohoo
Goodbye; that makes me happy
You ***** you’re dead heheh…
I can be happy now with out your ***** n’ lies
Your B.S. crap is gone and I can finally live my life.
Goodbye :)






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Re: My Rhyme (User Rating: 1 )
by lil_angel on Tuesday, 27th April 2004 @ 01:45:59 PM AEST
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Great job! Kinda...harsh, but very well stated!


Re: My Rhyme (User Rating: 1 )
by deathdrop on Tuesday, 27th April 2004 @ 02:00:04 PM AEST
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powerful thoughts, i love it! the words are just how i felt once. write as much as you want! and if it helps you could even draw a picture of the person you're angry with and stamp on it, scrible on it, gobb on it, even set fire to it. what ever helps!
they may have taken over you life, but don't let then take over every other part of you, because thats proberly all they want... to win and crush you, don't give them the satisfaction!

good luck, from deathdrop.




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