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Ballad of Billy Budd...

Billy Budd was dropping knowledge bombs
on those he saw as crude
Bobby Nova was showing Geezer
his favorite Redtube nudes

Knowledge dropping is alright
Making fun is kinda mean
Killer thought about saying that
when Billy called Gee; Guy Bean

Now Killer don’t take kindly
joking about his friend the Gee
Told Billy Budd; now stop it
or you’ll answer to me

Billy Budd, he couldn’t stop
He just had to go on cracking
Killer grabbed him up
and gave him a shellacking

He swung him o’er the rafters
Shook the weed out from his coat
When it fell to the floor
he let go of Billy’s throat

Now let’s smoke some of THIS shit
Killer said with a gleam in his eye
We got some weed here, smells good
Let’s see if we get high

Killer rolled a big cigar
he lit it up and frowned
Why don’t you bring this good stuff
when you come around?

Instead you’re dropping knowledge bombs
as if we don’t know nothin’
I know I ain’t been high tonight
on the weed that we been puffin’

Now from now on, you make sure
We’re getting all the best
Or I’ll have to take it out on you
Put my fist inside your chest

Billy Budd said; Yes sir, Killer
I won’t let you down
You’ll get nothing but the green
whenever you’re in town

The aroma of stinky skunk-bud
wafted through the room
Now this I like, said Killer
As he turned off the rapper tunes

Queen of Evil, come and dance for us
Show us what you got
Bring a couple of girlfriends
Make sure that they’re real hot

Billy Budd was high
in trouble when his lady called
She heard females in the background
Yelled; come home, NOW, that’s all!

As Billy Budd drove off down the street
We laughed and called him names
Killer said; there goes a pussy
He ought to be ashamed!

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Structured: Western
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Last few words: 
The part about the party was exaggerated. There were no girls, but Billy Budd did get yelled at to come home. Snicker, snicker... Killer says B.B. should have told her he wasn't coming home until the last joint smoked, and that was that! LOL
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I don't believe this is fiction, I have never known you to exaggerate, or tell porky pies ever.
So stop putting those comments on after the truth to cover up a big party, now when is the next one.
You should have been a reporter in the "Smut Gazette"..
Loved the write, Yours Sparrow

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

Do you want to get ME in trouble? My wife wouldn't like it if the girls part was true. ~ Gee

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Just forget what I said about the "Big Parties" and all the "Girl Parts" I know Killer is very interested in Girl parts, So I won't mention it again AS YOUR LADY Might see this, Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

I think this is a cracking killer write there are a could of places that could use tweaking I will come back in the morning and show you what I mean I'm dead tired here ...

love and higgliest bugs JC x

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