CheckMate
Yeah!Yo! Yeah!Yo! Ahh! The dealers in the streets, The police retreats, They try to delete it, But it never deletes! And the guns are firing, The hunters aquiring , The masses admiring, And the prays just tiring! The bad is growing, And the wind is blowing, Blowing and going, To really start the throwing, Trowing away the dust, Taking away their trust, Full of the disgust, Without even a must! The wind is the devil, It is the most evil, Nothing, nowhere equal, Maybe more an eagle, An old one, Cold to anyone, Who dares to say "fun", And his heart is gone! He doesn't have no soul, He doesn't have no goal, He doesn't have no role, He's more of a mole, Just digging around, And still nothing found, It hears every sound, And it's a liar, crowned! Crowned the worst, The first of the first, And that's me, The most horrible curse! Full of hate, With no fate, With no path, And that's check mate!
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