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                   My name is not Rhyming' Simon

                   nor Pistol Pete

                   I'll wreck your world with my hands

                   and feet

                   I can do this



                   Pull out your tonsils right through

                   your nostrils

                   I can do this



                   Crack your back like the break

                   of dawn - render you

                   helpless, hopeless, handicapped

                   like a tadpole spawned

                   I can do this



                   Warrior

                   Product of Society

                   Raped lover of humanity

                   End result of hypocrisy

                   Tormented soul of slavery

                   Secret of Dr. Frankenstein

                   Unleashed on the masses to rein terror

                   only to take back what was

                   first and at last his



                   nothing



                   I am nothing - I have nothing

                   You may not take nothing from me

                   Any attempt to do so - and

                   You will die One Thousand Deaths

                   Worse than the One

                   I will die - for Nothing