[Stories] Another BA Poem

Do you want to feel pain?

No

Well your gonna.

Ihr nich aufrecht peischen ich.

Sogar als es gibt zehn dich troztzdem ich nicht umkommen.

Translation:

You can't beat me.

Even when there is ten of you I still won't die.

You can run but you can't hide.

I will find you and then you will die.

Don't even try to fight me.

Pite me!

The night is almost here so you can't see me.

I will come when you sleep so you should fear me.

Don't do bad things so you won't piss me of.

Don't piss me of and you will live on.

(refrain)

This is a song to my enemies.

A song to my enemies.

Song to my enemys.

If you do bad things I will slice you in half.

If you do good things then don't be sad.

So if you do good things I won't be mad.

When I walk in DC, TC, BI or some place else.

The people don't talk about enyone else.

Hey! There's the mad man!

Black Arm?

Yeah!

They can talk but I couldn't care eny less what they say

behind my back.

Because this poem isn't to them.

This poem is to my...

...ENEMIES!

(refrain)