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Title: Tables Ladders, and Chairs
Hey been a long time since I posted on here,
I have written a song/poem call it what you will. would love to hear your feedback on this :D. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's never about the pain It's always about fame, something you don't know every night I think of tomorrow how I'm going to cope with it afterwords the pain, tears, and blood. All for fun Never deserve respect, from the fans that come to watch it happen, the sound of tables breaking, ladders crashing, and chairs slamming. It's all here and it's all for you, The risks that they take every night just to prove a point, every day I'm watching you die, is it really worth it.. Cracking up inside, stepping into that ring with my body on the line not known what's going to happen I wish I could see how this is going to turn out, the result is all I care about. After it all, it's time to pack my bags known that I'm alive, I am able to walk again, perform tomorrow, and then the next until the day comes I can finally have rest. This is tables, ladders, and chairs saying those words, makes me shake with fear, because I know that my end is almost near, each time I enter a match with these type of stipulations, hearing the fans chant those words "TLC, TLC, TLC". They are having fun watching us splatter in half, talbes breaking body's flying everywhere, it's just insane Now step in my boots. and feel our pain....... |
BOMB BOMB BOMB BA BA BA BA BA BOMB BA BA BOMB
BOMB BOMB BOMB BA BA BA BA BA BOMB....BOMB BOMB BOMB There used to be a lack of champions in the WWE. You became the man inside of meee BOMBSSSS began and that held people down for three. But did you know, That when you go My eyes become wet and The hero you are can be seen BATISTTAAAAA I have watched you give a bomb to Booker T. OOOHHHH, The more I watch of you, The greater it feels, yeah. And now that your BOMB is the champ. All is right with the WWE. NOW THAT YOUR BOOMMMMMBB is the champ A happy man you have made out of meeeee |
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I am absolutely speechless.
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I think I'm going to write a poem about a Bra and Panties match in a bit here.
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haha, well thanks I guess :P...
I was bored at the time like |
MrSpikeLee is a fag
His poem made me wanna gag Took time away from World of Warcraft To make this poem that he did draft Now scurry back to mom's basement And use the excuse "it's cause she doesn't charge me rent" Back to foodstamps and government cheese With your sister the cocktease. |
Harsh Gertner.
How old are you Spike my friend? |
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