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fed ex has dropped a package at your door, you open it to find something that nearly kills you, what is it, expand...
I was sitting in my living room, as i heard a car stop//
He unlocked the back, got a package, with Barth Marked//(Barths my last name)
Across the side panal, I switched chanals then got up//
Met him at my door, shook hands, he gave me the box with an odd look//
He walked away, opened his door and drove down the street//
I re-opened my front door,dropped the box, then got a drink//
I sat back down and continued watching the t.v//
Was gonna wait until my family was home, to let them see//
The great present I got them, in the box was a treat//
A playstation 3 for the kids and a dimond braclet for my wife//
I had planned this event last week,i sat awake in the light//
tryin to pick the right gift to give christmans night//
so im attempting to be pacthiont but cant wait till they get back//
i decided to open the present and attempt to get the gift wrapped//
I walked over to the door, where i left it,to get it and get it open//
i slit the plastic with the sissors and felt my head fly back in a violent motion//
the giant explosion almost tore me limb from limb, but i was only stirred up//
got the phone, called 911 they responed quick, i told um "Hurry Up"//
they came right away and notified me that 3 other houses were bombed//
i sat alarmed, wondering if any others were harmed//
they said they wouldnt know till the morning, when all test were preformed//
i was so extatic and lucky that nothing had happened to me//
untill i realized the fbi men were all stareing at me//
it seemed kinda of auckword that none of the men had badges//
and that the phone was off the hook and the entire call had been imagined//
there was a gas in the bomb and it had my vision disfigured//
it was all comeing back to me, when all of a sudden a giant figure//
came up from the doorstep, it was the same guy who gave me the box//
suddenly i remember his face knew who he was, i had distributed rocks//(dope)
to the guy a week eairlier, to get money for the gift for my kids//
i was supposed to give him 4 rocks, i gave him 2 and the other were tricks//
just some fake shit, i hoped he wouldnt notice and if he did//
i thoght i would never see him, he just be a thing of the past//
didnt know a week later, i would fuckin get bit in the ass//
but now he took a gun out, said i was part of a hit, he loaded the clip//
pulled the trigger back, exploading my fist, he laughed and he slid//
said "merry christmas bitch, your lucky u didnt wait for your kids//
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