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BEAT YOU WITH A BIKE CHAIN
Contributed by
jkpunk13
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Monday, 8th December 2003 @ 09:49:02 PM in AEST
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Beat you with a bike chain Until all your blood runs out of your veins Beat you with a bike chain Until you got nothing left to say
All you did was say one thing but that ****** them off Theyll beat you till blood comes up when you cough You just have to escape this prison Their has to be a way out but their probly isn't
Beat you with a bike chain Until all your blood runs out of your veins Beat you with a bike chain Until you got nothing left to say
You can feel the metal slam against your back In two more seconds you dont think you'll last You try to turn around and grab it But it hits your finger and you feel it split
Beat you with a bike chain Until all your blood runs out of your veins Beat you with a bike chain Until you got nothing left to say
Just run get out of their and dont come back Just think of it as a lame diversionary attack They always say how their gana drop you some place downtown They always say five seconds in and you be shot down If I lived out their before why not now Ill live through it some how
Beat you with a bike chain Until all your blood runs out of your veins Beat you with a bike chain Until you got nothing left to say
Beat you with a, till all your blood runs out of your veins Beat you with, till you got nothing left to say
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Re: BEAT YOU WITH A BIKE CHAIN
(User Rating: 0 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 28th December 2003 @ 08:59:26 PM AEST (User
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hey, this poem is tight, but why are you so angry? i'm just courious to know what made you sit down and write this poem..............
who ***** you off? my name is michelle and you can email my, kay..... don't be scurd.
let me know wuz up peace
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