I’m Really Scared

Your camo gear from Cabella’s and your militia fellas, watching Fox News to get your hate on but can’t put down that bon-bon, can barely lift your gun to aim, out of breath out of the game, you think that you’re a threat but I haven’t met one yet, stick your dick in the barrel for gratification blaring a Rush Limbaugh station, married to your Glock compensating tiny cock, not afraid of you and why, I’m simply not afraid to die, I’ve been there before I’ve been right at death’s door, I’m looking at you you’d never make it through, go take your fucking gun don’t need it for my fun, don’t want your rights but if you want a fight, any fucking time your gun against my mind, close the distance and put my fist in, before you get a shot is that really all you got, you want to start the shit well now you’re right in it, your little group is through there’s more of us that you, ain’t coming for your arms but still you mean us harm, I’m a damn survivor fuck that I’m a thriver, we’ll see how you fared I’m really fucking scared.

Apparently, I’ve still got some unresolved feelings over The Twitter Incident.

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