This is dedicate to the theif who stupidly stole my mp3 player today. Don't worry I'm not mad. Rodents don't know any better.
You are what you are
You can't help that
Hoodrats belong in sewers
Swept underground.
You're eyes wander but
Your mouth doesn't make a sound
Like the rat you are,
You're looking for that cheese.
So sniff
look
HUNT!
You're nothing more than a worthless cunt
One of these days you're gonna trip over your steps
(or on that train of weave embedded in your head)
And you will surely fall flat on your
Cosmetically plastered face
You're quite the disgrace.
Embarassing the female race
and I plan to erase you from my mind and
space
You're just a waste
So enjoy it while you can
Because all good things must come to an end
My ignorant ingrate.
© 2008 Soulwax
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