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![]() I wake up dreaming, screaming
Of a net without a zero If I could shoot the little fuckers I'd be an instant hero I look behind the crates I search thru all the rooms I peak around the corner Oops . . I'm in a zero's zoom Oreo with his green stick It makes a sexy boom, but I'd like to pry his back end With the blunt end of a broom. As I pull back from the corner I feel a sense of dread The red stain on the floor confirms I'm really dead. I wish for a larger keyboard So I could bind a few more keys to tell the little bastards what their arseholes mean to me I'm destined to be fodder in their silly little games The only recourse I have... resort to calling names TISM ![]()
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