Rant #6 (Nothing Special)
By zeusdawg
I knew a fat bastard, he hit the mat faster Than a statue of Bill Gates at Apple made of black plaster I tried ignoring, just like my mother taught in my youth But he kept raging on until Immortal brought him the truth He was a liar, and kept attacking all that I know Morality was lost he faced my verbal missile silo I didn't have to swing once the demon stayed asleep He will wake up in time but for now I'll let my rage be weak It's hard for my to keep mouth un-pottied when I hear his name But I'll keep my composure because noone now fears his fame One day our paths will cross, and then he'll know hurt Thunderbolts'll fly so fast it will give him a slow jerk Unless he tries to contact Zeus and speed the pace up I'll acquire something new to feed my basement Until then I'll sit back with sounds For my day to come to attack his crownThat prick Written March 21st, 2002 © on Mar 21 2002 10:04 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I knew a fat bastard, he hit the mat faster..."