I'll Get You Back, Don’t Worry About That
This is just a poem I wrote after I had a fight with my father, and he hit me with his belt. (Don’t worry, its not child abuse)
If you steal my money for lunch
I’ll throw you a punch
If you make my eye black
I’ll get you back
If you get me where the sun don’t shine
I’ll strangle you with a thorny vine
If you grab a stick and give me a whack
Don’t you worry, I’ll get you back
If you annoy me, and get me pissed
I’ll find you then slit your wrist
If you steal and eat my McDonalds BigMac
Don’t you worry, I’ll get you back
If you steal something that I really treasure,
You will defiantly know no more lesser
If you’re a friend, but you stab me in the back,
Don’t you worry, I’ll get you back.
If you get a shotgun and blow off my head
My spirit will murder you whilst you’re sleeping in bed
If you get an old scythe and give me a hack,
Don’t you worry, I’ll get you back.
If you do something to me
You better watch your ass
Cause I’ll get you back,
Don’t worry about that.
I’ll throw you a punch
If you make my eye black
I’ll get you back
If you get me where the sun don’t shine
I’ll strangle you with a thorny vine
If you grab a stick and give me a whack
Don’t you worry, I’ll get you back
If you annoy me, and get me pissed
I’ll find you then slit your wrist
If you steal and eat my McDonalds BigMac
Don’t you worry, I’ll get you back
If you steal something that I really treasure,
You will defiantly know no more lesser
If you’re a friend, but you stab me in the back,
Don’t you worry, I’ll get you back.
If you get a shotgun and blow off my head
My spirit will murder you whilst you’re sleeping in bed
If you get an old scythe and give me a hack,
Don’t you worry, I’ll get you back.
If you do something to me
You better watch your ass
Cause I’ll get you back,
Don’t worry about that.
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