Trigger Horny Poem by Ray Mesa

Sudden excuse
More and more use
For the reason of abuse
Amuse me
Use me
Abuse me
Kill Me

A world in a silver lineing
Ript to a perfect no stencel can retrace
You are not much, Nutin but a lieing lier
Selling a song to a race
with no rynthm
so kill him
Kill him

I'm in the mood baby
Just let's remove a few things
let's untie these strings
I'm in the mood for a battle
Here's a snake with a strong rattle
It's eyes got 6 holes
No No No No you don't want no peice No More

Roll your dime in my dryer
Catcher in the rye
Let it die Let it dye
Let your ears bleed
and your baby cry
Bury your Marry your seed
Carry this Ferry boat that has wheels
A poor example of a meal
for no man of my size
when I see your lips, A large part of me rises
and when you leave a small part of me cries