An' Tie Up All My Cash Over The Period, Then Close. Yo' In Trubble, Friends...
I'd just like to say that
I hope
ALL
'real' 'state
(do you trust the word 'agent'...
...unless it's producin' some wondrous chemical...
...preferably one that kills agents...)
'agents'
have a very, very, very, very MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS,
that nails rain from the sky into you
an' pound you
into the nearest fallen tree,
thorns grow intaya eyes,
ya get jabbed wih a Micheal Franti's (m)anger,
no-one flogs yo',
an' ya Pontious flies you into the side of a mountain.
ALL of you.
The so-called non-guilty cunts
are pickin' up the extra wrap
fo' yo' compadres.
FUCK YA.
FUCK YA.
FUCK YA.
AN' I'LL SEE YA AS YA WALK OVER ME
IN THE GUTTER
WHERE I'LL BE
FOR CHRISTMAS
AN' MY BIRTHDAY
AN' NEW YEARS
WHERE IS MY NEW HOME
CAUS OF YOUR FUCKUPS
AND LIES
AND THERE WITH BE SWIFT VENGENCE WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT.
MERRY CHRISTMAS FUCKERS.
WAIT FOR IT.
*things happen*
*UnSquare is carted off to nearest facility...*
Can't catch a fox, fuckers.