You better get ready
For the BOOM, here comes the BOOM
Ready or not, here comes the boys from the south!
A new poem, for your flavor crystals
suck on that, in your mouth with pistols
Ill fuck your wife or something, probably
thats what bad boys do, and my father wasn't around
When I was a child, so bad boy, right?
Fight, punch and kick and stab and punch
punch punch, my favorite physical action
crunch crunch, your face.
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