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A bank robber to his hostages

To my speech you all listen To plan to it hasten... Once your money is in my briefcase My behaviour I shall change The life - improving dollar in my embrace Hopes of your release within range... And no more of these upsetting speeches That threaten your earthly riches Sometimes seizing your breath A big havoc wreaking on your health Nor again will you glimpse this bizarre mask Asking for the right keys to your bank's sacred locks Your history pages simply recording this hateful task For which you'd celebrate whomever bravely blocks Yet, I have to warn the Rescue Mission dreamer And that black gorilla schemer Now seemingly shaking like a leaf But edging near to the Alarm Button! His adventurous face to wear the grief Of a week - long starved glutton! Also, the pregnant blonde on my left Seriously impressing that she's carrying my child Besides the three or four year old boy very deft And a bit of the wild. The first two shan't in one piece remain When my AK 47 starts its traditional song. And I'm telling you in the main, It does so a bit too long.

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