I shoot once, or twice, Then they roll the dice it land on snake eyes Crawling there are mice I know that I win Once I see the crows they're called black birds When they fly, everybody knows Their's been a death, a crime, You lose, you find sumthing else, and soon'll be your time For the reaper to grind your bones with his scythe The last thing you see in life I know that you wanna by, Well, it won't work if you try. twisted twisted twisted twisted twisted twisted ninja ninja ninja
Rich Boi12 · Sat Oct 07, 2006 @ 07:38pm · 0 Comments |