CFB-spy

29 Apr 2005

·spy

I see you walking, talking, making kak jokes while you smoke. You my friend are cruising for bruising. I had it in for you for a while, I hate your smile. Next time I'll see you 911 will be the number you'll dial. Stay out of my way or you'll see St. Peters gate. Way before your time you'll be put away. You are cruising for a bruising make no mistake, and I'll be the one who will give it to you all the way. So my friend try to stay out of my way. Make life easy for you, and just die anyway.

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