listen up, gather round and hear us out.
this is the noise that drowns out your emotion in the key of inebriation.
this is the melody of a maniac minor.
open your ears, move it or lose it.
we're disaters new soundtrack sent here to proove it.
eye for an eye, ear for an ear,
and shot for shot I'm gonna bring out the worst in you.
gimme all you got.
blow for blow,
a left for a right
we'll make the best of tonight.
rock n roll, drink it in, it always goes down smooth.
I'm nothing but a sip to subdue
that makes you a sour chaser that points out a fool.
your ball-point, piece-work promises won't fool me again.
you can smell the smoke coming from the barrel I'm waving in your face.
gunpowder lines the bar top and every pints turned upside down.
the dial tones there but that don't mean much of anything when the whole ports gone mad
and everyones shooting.
every cards been marked and every tables been flipped
but you wont find us hiding.
pull up a stool or pull out your piece
this bullet has your name on it either way.
by: ashley morris
Pure Ownage
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-hate-you-80/
