- Badass Mattis,
- Don't believe 'im,
- Pain's all that is,
- He's relievin',
- To do a job,
- That must be done,
- Why must they rob,
- Him of his "fun" ?
- Want to do this ?
- No one does,
- An ugly job his,
- Embrace him 'cuz,
- To strap on guns and,
- Dispense justice,
- To the taliban,
- Now turned to dust is,
- A miracle for,
- 20 mil. Aghgan,
- Fearin' OBLs war,
- Now their votes can,
- For the way make,
- Freedom & Peace now,
- Who would dare take,
- Such a solemn vow ?
- For you see 'tis,
- This thin line green,
- Gives despite his,
- Words they think mean,
- Rights to screamin',
- And persuin'
- All those they're reamin'
- And want to ruin.
- They say "We're" bad,
- He says "hup two",
- Still they make mad,
- All the ones who,
- Would kill babies,
- To "show our evils".
- Souls full of rabies,
- Should get a bowlweavels,
- Brand of respect
- From our fighters,
- Who can't, detect,
- Hearts in these blighters.
- Mattis & his men,
- Must live our worst fears,
- Lest we all again,
- Live a thousand Dark Age years.
Friday, February 11, 2005
Mattis v. invertabrates
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