Current Events > Aight, aight, aight... da troof about Chicken_Butt.

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Here's how it is... I've been exiled, persecuted. Left alone with no defense. When I think of what that brute did, I get a little tense. It's true. But the thing is, I dream a dream so pretty, that I don't feel so depressed, cause it soothes my inner kitty, and it helps me get some rest.

The sound of Simba's dying gasp... His daughter squealing in my grasp... His lionesses' mournful cry... that's my lullaby. I know that's a little fucked up, but bear with me here.

Now, the past I've tried for getting, and my foes I could forgive; trouble is, I know it's petty but I hate to let them live. So I found myself somebody who'd chase Simba up a tree. Oh, the battle may be bloody - but that kind of works for me.

The melody of angry grows... a counterpoint of painful howls. A symphony of death, oh my! That's my lullaby. Again, I realize this is a little warped, but try to see it from my point of view.

Scar is gone, but Zira's still around to love this little lad, till he learns to be a killer... with a lust for being bad. How am I going to argue with Zira? She clearly knows what's best for the child.