Dropping back to my dark times

Acting like a pantomime

Beautiful gore released at the crime

Pushing my eighths and the dimes

Next moment, I’m in my prime

Capping everyone every time


Brass and a mask

Leave you in a casket

Ready for a task hit

Bombs filled in a basket

Cookies for the fat witch

Bye-bye you rat bitch

Leave you in a damn ditch

That’s what you get, snitch


Can’t keep a promise

Let us be honest

I shot a Goddess

Killed, with the calmest

Read Nostradamus

Yeah, I’m the smartest

You should be astonished

At what I have accomplished

Again, I demolished


Downhill from now on

Just kill me for good, 

We are dead and gone

I knew that you would

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