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### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # ####### ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## # ## ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ####### #### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## # ## ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ####### ####### ####### [ Poetry Collection ] [ By DIzzIE ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ THE CHILDREN BY: DIzzIE And the children watch And the children laugh As their parents burn As their parents melt And the children sing And the children dance And the children die from the mustard gas From the mustard gas out of Hitler's ass And now the children are dead And now the voices are gone And the evil is fed This is the greatest con That we children are gone THE STALKER I bathe in the blood of your unborn child The demon inside me has really gone wild I blow up the Town Hall And then go stalking at the local shopping mall I find a target Her name is Mrs.Margret I follow her to the shoe department And then I go to her apartment I hit her with a baseball bat And then I skin her little cat I poke Mrs.Margret with poisoned darts And I chop her into little parts I put the pieces around the house As I eat a juicy mouse I hide in the attic Because here comes Pattic He is the son of Mrs.Margret Now he is the new target I creep behind him holding gasoline Not to be confused with kerosene Now he is on fire And I have almost fulfilled my desire Now Mr.Margret comes home He sees his family dead in his home He silently gets a knife and puts it to his throat Then he lies in his blood, moaning like a goat I bathe in the blood of his unborn child The demon inside me has really gone wild A VOICE Stop the Insanity Save the humanity Assassinate the president Never trust the government We must fight and we must win We must destroy all forces of sin We will dominate the world Farting chunks of dead green gold! YEAH! FAMILY VALUES Your life sucks, so why don't you kill yourself? Just get your daddies gun and get ready to have some fun Just point the gun at your head and soon you'll be very dead Then your brains will be all over the floor And maybe even on the kitchen door Your parents will be very sad Well ain't that just too fucking bad? And then your mom will stop screwing your dad And that will make him even more sad So he'll reach for the machete And chop the bitch up like confetti Then your dad will meet a whore And he'll keep pushing her for more But your dad wont have any more money So she'll say "Goodbye Honey" And that will make your daddy mad And he'll do something very bad He'll tie the whore to the bed And fuck her until she's dead Then he'll eat the cold dead whore And then he'll probably drink some more Then your daddy will go walking around the city Looking for someone to share his pity He'll meet your grandma on the street And she'll dance to his funky beat And then he'll tell her to suck his dick But she'll say her heart belongs to a hobo named Rick And then your daddy will get tired Besides, he just got fired And then your daddy will meet Bill Who just seems to want to kill So he'll push your daddy of a hill And thus, this is the end of your shitty family LAME-ASS PRICK BY: DIzzIE (C)1999 You fucking piece of crap You think you're all that, 'cus you listen to rap? You're nothing but a fucking looser Just another drunk old boozer Now let me tell you something my friend The game is over, this is the end I got my gun here, it's an AK-47 Yup, the same one I used to rob the 7-11 I'll blast off your little wrinkled nuts Then you'll probably barf up all your guts I'll rip off your cock And then I'll get a big-ass rock And I'll drop it on your head And you'll be shaking with dread Thinking that you should have never fucked with me You motherfucking wannabee Oh yes, you're dead now, so you don't get to fuck the cow Oh well, I guess that just means there's more milk for me! WEEE! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- uXu #538 Underground eXperts United 2000 uXu #538 Call THE YOUNG GODS -> +351-1XX-XXXXX ---------------------------------------------------------------------------