One fine day in the middle of the night,
two dead men got up to fight,
back to back they faced each other,
drew there swords and shot each other!
Pass The Rizla Reviewed by Pass The Rizla on . bad ass poems i went up the mountain all covered in mud i saw my poor teacher all covered in blood a axe in the stomach an knift though her head i couldnt believe my poor techer was dead i went to her funeral i went to her grave some people threw flowers and i shot a grenade and jus to be sure she was dead i took a bazooka and blew off her god damn head Rating: 5