Man, I Can't Stand Those GuysA Poem by Chainsaw Enema
“Man, I Can't Stand Those Guys”
I'll kill a rabbit, break its bones and drink its blood Summon Lucifer from pentagons made of mud Chanting quotes from my bible, the Necronomicon I'm a true demon-spawned suburban American
I love my Jesus like I love my Creed You filthy heathen put down that weed! Just sit back and listen, gotta join my side And it'll only cost you two hundred n' twenty-five
Full of emotions, no one truly knows Black dye, black thoughts, black clothes To be an outcast I must follow the color code Gotta walk down the sharpened road
I do not like police, this is true Do not like rules, sometimes say f**k you Gotta color my hair to rebel against society Don't really understand the meaning of anarchy
Bald head, combat boots and swastika tattoos Beating down Jews into their black and blues No not really, we just kind of say we do So don't you dare f**k with our fantastic crew
Lookin' fly in my trucker hat and flannel tee-shirt Yeah I screw my sister, sometimes I wear her skirt It's all fun and games until comes the time when Sis is late Maybe I'm not sure what to do, but boy this beer sure is great
What other stereotypes have I missed? I'm sure a lot, oh well, go ahead and get pissed Just don't forget the a******s who hates trends and cries Man, I can't stand those guys © 2009 Chainsaw Enema |
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