R.I.P. in Pieces
I can tell you what makes me tick,
And if you do it, I'll make you sick.
When a person slanders someone I know,
then, little boy, it's time to go.
Doesn't matter if I hate them or not,
at that moment hate is all I got,
For you. I'd take on an army.
RIP In Pieces put them all in a hole.
Only one person can tame me,
But she'd put you together, whole
So I could do it again.
Leave you as nothing but a shirt stain.
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