That crazy Kidd who used to live down the street.

by Adrian   Sep 25, 2007


Because he runs with the Scissors.
And waves a Pistol around.
It's not so much the fear,
of falling again to the ground.
So long as mouths can lie.
So long as hands can kill.
When everything's to hard for him,
down goes down the Pill.

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