predator

Buy the ammo You'll get a discount Courtesy of the NRA You know, the people who sit on leather Wear silk And sip the finest wine Courtesy of the assholes Who lack a moral compass And shoot to kill. Buy the Ak-47 With the matching 7.62  caliber bullets That penetrate the heart And cut off the oxygen supply Of a man who probably has a family Of a girl whose bright future , Was turned dark Lights out For the unsuspecting little boy Who kissed his mothers cheek one last time And rode his bike To his death. Thank you, National Riffle Association For associating yourselves With the end of unwritten sucess stories The end of trust And of life. Yea, you dont pull the trigger But the monsters who praise your products Dont shoot for cash They dont shoot for joy No, no you selfish , inhumane, parasites They shoot to kill. ~ Shy |Predator||

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