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Quote Me Chapter and Curse Another Production of Sweat and Dediction By Free Cee
Quote Me Chapter and Curse Another Production of Sweat and Dediction By Free Cee
QUOTE ME BY CHAPTER AND CURSE
No, seriously there are people worse then me, and I’m a lothario and a liar
But then there are these douche bags who see an empty warehouse and for fun set it afire
I commit crimes and hold people I have pity for as hostages while holding a gun
But stoned and stupid junkies, unlike me, do horrendous things solely for fun
I knocked down an old lady……………….. cane and f*****g all
Once I had her bread you think I gave a damn that she’d fall?
S**t, I’d rob my grandmother and later on promise her a soft and silken shawl
And listen, when robbing inhabited homes the floorboards will squeak
if you walk but not if you crawl
Turn your back on me b***h, I dare you, and leave that diamond ring right there
By the time you turn around the diamond is gone and my running footsteps is all you’d hear
Invite your folks over for dinner on Thursday but tell your mom you want to see some jewels
You keep them busy, while I rob them blind because one thing I ain’t is one those fun-loving
fools
What I am saying essentially and I hope effectively is that there are certain people you simply
can’t trust
The ones who think desperation is a game, for there are none so blind and ashes to ashes and
dust to dust
I’ll climb up a six story building to apartment six “B” because I know there are riches in
apartment six “B”
Christ, I’ll beat an aged man half to death if I want something of his and he doesn’t agree
So look out for the ones who lie like a Lothario and will rob you blind
And deserve to be robbed because they are un-sympathetic and un-kind
While the old lady was dressing I was undressing her drawer of gold
And when you stare into my sky blue pink eyes realize I could have robbed it and by now it
would be sold
I’ll wield a sword honed so sharp and a very frightening knife
And believe me my acts of thievery would become readily more rife
I harm, threaten and rob people and then go home to my wife
She makes a really good pot roast, and knows I could never actually take a life
© ….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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