I'll run up to you, quick, with an Italian chick,
Pussy so harry, measure it in fathoms, sick,
I beat you unconcious, then throw you into the hole,
You get tangled, tools are no avail, too much hair to mow,
Then you remember Harry Potter, when that kid got caught in the vines,
You crawled to sunshine, but the hair still snapped your spine.
LOL!!!

Weapon - Spork

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