Ode to MNE
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                Stinking of Jaguars anal cavaties,
                Slasher takes a bloody oath,
                To serve the philosophy of lamity,
                Forever being the greatest joke.

                With a pickle up his ugly ass,
                Jaguar swears he isn't lame,
                The responsibilty does he pass;
                Slasher's the one to blame!

                Oh MNE, with an idiotic stoop,
                You claim you do it all.
                You're only a queer little group,
                Who surely will fall.

                Chaos Breed is on your back,
                (You feel you're going to cry),
                For talent do you lack,
                So don't even try.

                Your little friends, those precious few,
                Can't save your precious souls;
                RaGE is falling on lamers like you,
                Like a pile of heated coals..

                                Judge Dread  {RaGE/THC}