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"During The Rampage"
  by Group: Psych Ward


A million beats a second
She riding and sweating
Bitting her lip
He gripping her hips
She squatting and doing dips

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

In my bed
In my room
In my house
And she
Loving it

easy fix.

Til death do us part
For richer or poor
So
Who gave him permission
To invade my space

easy fix.

Look at them
They're so into it
Don't even notice me
Walking
In the kitchen to the cabinet
Reaching for the steak knife
(oh god i use to love how she cooked my prime rib)
Yeah this is sharp enough
To make the best
Masterpiece
Of my artistic career
I
Think I'll call it RAMPAGE (Seeing Red)
I always told her she was my inspiration

easy fix.

Back to the bedroom
New position?
69
She never pointed
Her toes like that when I did that
Oh well
I guess I just had a bad case of cotton mouth

easy fix.

Now the fun starts
He feels the first
Touch
Of the Ginsu
Right on the Achilles
He drops my baby
On her head
While
He falls in pain
She
Looks at me like she seen a ghost
So her eyes are removed
see, easy fix.
Screams
Yells
But no one hears
Because people work
Instead of staying home fucking other people
I
Whisper it will be over real soon

easy fix.

He
Tries to crawl out the room
He
Feels the Ginsu again
In his
ARM
LEG
LEG
ARM
Not the head.....yet
I
Paint the room red
Then I cut off
What he had her craving for
Just to
Put it in his mouth so he can taste revenge
And
Because I'm so nice
I
Let them live
Just so
They can reminisce
On the greatest sex that they ever had together


ain't i a nice guy? ; )


Haimaj
PSYCH WARD Resident
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Date Submitted: Sep 09, 2007 (08:56 PM)
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  Elise
09/15/07 (12:21 PM) 
WOW...psych ward immediately...lock you up and throw away the key...LOL..."Let them live Just so They can reminisce On the greatest sex that they ever had together" WOW thats some koinda revenge ..."But no one hears Because people work Instead of staying home fucking other people " crazy and hella funny...ok im done..

  UrbanPoet
09/11/07 (04:56 PM) 
oh shit *slowly backing outta the room... switching off the lights... running like fuck*... YOU ARE CRAZY for THAT!. But what a write...the calmness juxtaposed to revenge was truly masterful. More scared of you now than I was before. Why did you tell me to read this? hmmmmmm

  Scriptixz
09/10/07 (04:10 AM) 
KDFU@this piece....phew that was VERY VERY intoxicating *tilts head with eyebrow raised* all over a bloody slab of prime rib!!! KDFU

  shaybaby69
09/09/07 (09:02 PM) 
UMMMMM Wowwwww lol is all i can say lol i must be crazy as all hell cus i just absoulutely loved this all while im reading this joint im smiling up and down lol hot write

  DariaAkasha
09/09/07 (09:00 PM) 
daamnn! that was krazi as hell fa realz...but hot...love this...now go back to da ward n get ya medz bruh...lmao jk holla

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