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Fright, the worm, wend its way through
to my core, where I must've left
the back door open.
Y'know, fear, that is fright, is like a sour sweat.
The odor stings, impinges on your soul, as if
that were enough to dissuade you, upbraid you
enough to turn and steer, hit the decks, abandon ship,
redirect, get some respect.
Fear is like a fraidy cat, get that? Undignified wretch 'n spat,
ran out of gas, get your last can.
You're the man!
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That reminds me of a joke...but I won't tell it, although seems to me you get what you deserve if you leave your back door open.
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(05-01-2014, 04:05 PM)Tony Short Wrote: Fright, the worm, wend its way through
to my core, where I must've left
the back door open.
Y'know, fear, that is fright, is like a sour sweat.
The odor stings, impinges on your soul, as if
that were enough to dissuade you, upbraid you
enough to turn and steer, hit the decks, abandon ship,
redirect, get some respect.
Fear is like a fraidy cat, get that? Undignified wretch 'n spat,
ran out of gas, get your last can.
You're the man!
This is rap. right?
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(05-08-2014, 05:05 PM)Thoughtjotter Wrote: (05-01-2014, 04:05 PM)Tony Short Wrote: Fright, the worm, wend its way through
to my core, where I must've left
the back door open.
Y'know, fear, that is fright, is like a sour sweat.
The odor stings, impinges on your soul, as if
that were enough to dissuade you, upbraid you
enough to turn and steer, hit the decks, abandon ship,
redirect, get some respect.
Fear is like a fraidy cat, get that? Undignified wretch 'n spat,
ran out of gas, get your last can.
You're the man!
This is rap. right?
I think so.
