dashing through the sand
with a bomb straped to my back
i got a nasty plan
for chrismas in iraqu
i made through checkpiont A
but not through checkpiont B
thats when i got shot in the ass
by the U.S milatary
OOOOOHHHHH
jingle bombs
jingle bombs
your mom just got scrwed
by the U.S. milatary
and their kangaroo
come to ravage
come to kill
bones will crack
and blood will spill
babies cry
old mans eyes
nothing left
to feed the flys
washed up
in the tide
never secesing
till we all have died
ech hum excuse me! may i please have your atention. i i have something importante to say. Marf. that is all
dashing through the snow on a pair of broken skis over the hills we go crashing into trees ow ow ow the snow is turning red i think oim almost dead i woke up in the hospital with stiches in my head
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