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Supermarket
hell on a Saturday morning,
Going to the
shop with the mother in law.
Saw her standing
in the asle,
Stacking the
shelves, I spat on the floor
Walked around
the shop bored rigid,
Went to the
deli asked for some pork,
She turned around
saw me waiting,
Bitch stabbed
me with a three pronged fork
All supermarkets
should be burnt to the ground.
All the shelf
stackers should be tied and bound
But I don’t
want to know,
What you want
me to see
I don’t want
to know about you and me
Cos you’re all
gonna die,
All gonna die
All gonna die,
gonna die
I later awoke
in a pool of blood,
Everyone laughing
at me on the floor.
Regained my
senses, stood aloft.
Then the bitch
hit me with the door.
Wired some explosives
to the assistant manager,
Hid him in the
fridge, had a good laugh.
Set the timer
vacated the building,
Gave all the
customers a napalm bath.
All supermarkets
should be burnt to the ground.
All the shelf
stackers should be tied and bound
But I don’t
want to know,
What you want
me to see
I don’t want
to know about you and me
Cos you’re all
gonna die,
All gonna die
All gonna die,
gonna die |
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