Black dragons
Lines and flagons
they don't talk
They pose staunch finesse
they are all about the business
Look at these zips everywhere
trendy leather lack or excess of hair
Rehearsed macho walk oh kowtow tow tow
How yall fuse collectively somehow
exclusive and brazen badge on breast
motorcycle enthusiast
They kick it outside the local burger joint
Abusing the locals, shells and coins
Some one squirts an uzi
All of a sudden quite rudely
Hyper breathing bullets riddle through noone saving
Time the gang die slow bleeding out on stained pavement
I talk and my words rata tat tat tat tat
Magazine gets refilled with a rush
Skin sensitive, bone too, tunneling flesh
in thud out exit wound swoosh
Sirens and waning life force
ketchup and blood sauce
Burgers stretchers and bravado all dried up
I reload again not quite enough
wet with fear
blood and sweat, night hot as the barrel against that tasteless tat tat tat!
scatter scatter moon's betrayed you before you left to intimidate
Put yourself in the line of chaos the slaughterhouse of fate
On the scene with a submachine dream
Cat scratching rat a tat tat tat
I say rata tata tat tat tat!
Motorbikes fall bodies too
sweet impact
dead black dragons extinct the pack
Rigamortis limbs in a mortuary sack
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