M.C. Really Real - DOUBLE TAP
Megan, 19, Captain of the swim teamLegs like ladders and a brain like a string bean
The lake house was empty for the summer so she called acouple others for an evening Of indecency
Twenty five cheap beers each
She stumbles to the porcelain for a second just to see if she could heave
Several minutes later she returned half empty
Everyone was butchered and relieved of their teeth
Toes to the door like a pale horse
Forcing her way through darkness the car won't start
Heart dead still as the foot steps stopped
And the eyes peered in time to harvest the crop
Snot dripped heavy not ready to be fertilizer
Key to the eyes high heel to gut
It stuck like a nail in a coffin the blood sprayed out of his stomache as he fell to the mud
High on endorphins and fear but at last in the clear have a seat and release all the tears
Weird
She swore she saw the body to the left
Take a look to the right take a knife to the neck
Don't. Forget. To double tap double tap
Cats down flat but the corpse clapped back
Infact
I woulda left a tunnel in his back
But you put down the weapon the second they collapsed
Names Admiral Duke P. Dynamo
Hero and immaculate protector of the cosmos
Headed to a planet called Peluma
Distress beacon booming
Zoom in pursuit of the truth
As the ship hits the surface
He emerges with a face so determined
Until he sees the mangled remains of the murdered
Gotta keep his nerve
Follows all the half eaten entrails up to the mouth of a cavern
Blaster tight grip hit by a sick scent
Something doesn't make sense but still he advances
Deep red sand there's a sound that's expanding
Flip around the corner mutated salamander
It spits out a bone just before it lunges towards him
Twelve slimy legs. one for every corse
He forces himself to react sends a lazer blast right through its guts cut the bastard in Half
After the deed he releases a laugh
A job well done on the planet's behalf
He starts turning back there's a snarl and a crack
The master of justice reduced to a snack
So Don't. Forget. To double tap double tap
Cats down flat but the corpse clapped back
Infact
I woulda left a tunnel in his back
But you put down the weapon the second they collapsed
Big joey tortellini
King of the streets little Italy running off of blood from the families
Steps through the doors for a bite
Then sits in the same chair he's had since 1935
Order of the meatballs with bread on the side
Wash the bitch down with some fine wine
Leaves a fat tip as he begins to rise
Then the glass doors chime
Time to meet his demise
Bullets start flying in a breath
But this ain't his first eye to eye with the messenger of death
Typically a hit like this should be quick
but they don't seem to know who their fucking with
Within a minute or so shows over
Ol Joe took a few rounds to the shoulder
He peeks from the bar 2 bodies on the floor
So he gets up and takes a step forward
Slow-ly mo-ving clo-ser
Lights up a smoke puts on his coat
Looks like he ended em both
Opens the door then hears cold steal start to float and
So Don't. Forget. To double tap double tap
Cats down flat but the corpse clapped back
Infact
I woulda left a tunnel in his back
But you put down the weapon the second they collapsed
Don't. Forget. To double tap double tap
Cats down flat but the corpse clapped back
Infact
I woulda left a tunnel in his back
But you put down the weapon the second they collapsed
Written by:
Patrick Mitchell
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