Arms Sale
Go to the small store in Thailand
It has all things on sale for all people
Golden Eggs to blow up the king
A silenced pistol for the assassin
A bayonet to kidnap the king's daughter
A rocket launcher to target the government
A machine gun for the jungle rebels
Plastic explosives for the enviro terrs
All this and more is for sale in the store
Pop down and buy a weapon
Make the world a different place
Scented
I think I know you
Your face smells familiar
This because you use French soap
To clean your German balls
Only the finest perfumed scent
Emanates from your
Spunk filled nads
Ready to shoot up
Your hot first cousin
What an autumn delight
Lady black dress out/armed pistol watch targets/men out alone KILL!
Those Bikes
See the goth heavy metal custom motorcycle
Ride past with a long haired rider
Dressed how they should be dressed
Black jeans t shirt denim leather
Low rider chopper as it should be
With twin coffin saddle bags
What a ride to the other side
Give him Devil fingers\M/!
Then there was a classic looking bike
Parked up alone
And I saw two racing bikes
One with a fairing the other naked
Heard his engine as he passed
A man asked me on the bridge
Where am I going?
Planet Mars on a custom bike
With my chick and loud tunes
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