M etropolitan-beast . .
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Bastards had me pinned down, fucked up!
Scraped my face on ground until cut,
Damn! outnumbered by eight to one
All jumped on me when tried to run,
Steel toes elbows, hard-sticks grim felt
As they displayed loathe of dim pelt.
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Another time
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Somewhere next to the avenue
This time they attacked ten for two,
They cracked his face upon the bricks,
Lost wit, got crazed like lunatics,
Not the least bit hospitable,
Pools of claret ground did trickle.
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And another
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Kicked down her door, they ran inside
Got annoyed, choked her ‘til she died,
Done the deed for the day, felt great
Threw jibes, insulted her birthplace,
Eight beast’s v. one aged female,
Total bloodshed brutal detail.
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They are!
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Skilfully schooled for street-combat,
Taught intolerance like format,
Fight the rising of the Panther,
“Stomp them! Kill them!” that’s the Mantra,
White sheets, urban victims deceased,
Meet the Metropolitan-beast.
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