listen up, gather round and hear us out. <br />this is the noise that drowns out your emotion in the key of inebriation. <br />this is the melody of a maniac minor. <br />open your ears, move it or lose it. <br />we're disaters new soundtrack sent here to proove it. <br />eye for an eye, ear for an ear, <br />and shot for shot I'm gonna bring out the worst in you. <br />gimme all you got. <br />blow for blow, <br />a left for a right <br />we'll make the best of tonight. <br />rock n roll, drink it in, it always goes down smooth. <br />I'm nothing but a sip to subdue <br />that makes you a sour chaser that points out a fool. <br />your ball-point, piece-work promises won't fool me again. <br />you can smell the smoke coming from the barrel I'm waving in your face. <br />gunpowder lines the bar top and every pints turned upside down. <br />the dial tones there but that don't mean much of anything when the whole ports gone mad <br />and everyones shooting. <br />every cards been marked and every tables been flipped <br />but you wont find us hiding. <br />pull up a stool or pull out your piece <br />this bullet has your name on it either way. <br /> <br />by: ashley morris<br /><br />Pure Ownage<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-hate-you-80/
