If fox hunting is
a sport pardon me for being rude
How the hell can I compete if I'm running
away from you?
Oh I see! The game you've decided is to
chase me to my death
I'm such a good sport as you merrily
witness my last tiny breath I thought for a change we
could turn this game around
Change the rules, let me unleash lions
onto your hounds
Whimpering in fear as you realise all
animals are the same
You should care about me as much as them
if this is a fair game
Let me chase you,
snap at your heels hear my vicious growl
Await your own savage killing, who's
laughing now?
Allow me to blow my own trumpet as you
lose your final chase
The more I think about it this is an
obscene and unequal race!
You trot into my habitat you dare to hunt
me down
I will trash your silver spooned mansion
drive you into the ground!
Cut to the catwalk
a vain model wears my fur to cover her
bones
Her repulsive ego parades me like a
trophy she owns
But hey this is fashion, fur is back it
seems
I hope my skinned bloody corpse haunts
all her dreams
Ladies and Gents
this imbecile shot me flying through the
sky
Think I'll randomly gun them down, a
spontaneous drive by
Holding them high in the air I can
gleefully shout
As lacking in manhood I've little else to
wave about
I'm so proud of
ending an innocent life in a blaze of
glory
Though my neglected family may tell you a
different story
Karma is good all things turn themselves
round in the end
You won't know when but believe me you'll
get it my friend!
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