MeatA Poem by William J RimbaudShadow of a race Consume, consume consume Kill the animal stuff yourself caffine makes me sick You can share my life if you suck my dick. Kill, kill, kill We are the superior race She gets what she wants wearing lace. Well I'll never eat meat always wear leather. Fatten them up and cut them up Life is rough take off your clothes and suck it up. Well you love me and I love a woman on her knee's We'll drink organic beer and save the tree's But you best be willing to get on your knee's. Replace the hip replace the teeth I'll be bionic Before I'm old I'll never buy meat but I'll pay for a w***e i'll never walk the line I'll draw my own So what if they look similiar atleast I'm not a drone Chew it all up chew it all down. He loves everyone but f**k you if your brown. Standing on the corner or rather in it I'll f**k her in the a*s and cover her with spit She loves her children she is their mother But the kid feels weird she goes down on his brother Well suck it all up are culture is all about the mouth As long as you talk like a sheep You'll fit in you'll do just fine So what if you f**k kids you act so refined Well doesn't matter what goes in, it matters what comes out. Fry the bacon fry the flesh None of it matters when imaculatly dressed He'll take me for a walk take me by the hand Take me, take me, taken Gay or straight never really mattered meat is meat and flesh is flesh I'll take what I can afford and I'll pay by the pound People will still say they miss me when I'm in the ground Lets all praise God lets love each other But if you dare call him allah we'll have to kill oneanother Point you finger call it sick Then do it anyways Everyone loves a hypocrite Well show it all take off your flesh your just a product Just more meat that I need to consume Because thats my destiny thats all in our nature Sex sells but you can't sell sex W****s aren't people I'l point my finger but it won't stop me from shuving them deep Well take off you clothes take off your flesh All I want is a bite and a one in return Well get on your knees thats were you look best The more I know the less I love The more I feel the more I realise I don't
...but if I feel so sick why is my dick so hard? © 2009 William J RimbaudFeatured Review
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