Junkyard Dog
Author's Note: Enjoy the poem and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Twisted Metal series.
Summary:
A poem based on Billy Ray Stillwell/Junkyard Dog from Twisted Metal: Black.
Oh, Annie. Annie, Annie, Annie, Annie
My poor, sweet wife...You got what was comin' t'you, you bitch!
But that damn pilot got away, takin' everythin' from me!
Got away with shatterin' your innocence n' doin' this! Doin' this to Billy Ray's face!
Thru th'opportunity Calypso paid up, I'ma tow flyboy's ass back t'the farm and get my revenge
There weren't no hole in the rye he can hide from my truck – none, for the man with the plane
This time, it'd be his head that'd be goin' t'mush
The propeller goin' to twist his face all around for all he done, the bastard
Till it looked like church stillbirth dusted over the crops, thank the Lord
Strictly between us, killin' ain't the trouble it felt
Turns out, it's what this old redneck's been cravin'
A junkyard dog hollers and likes makin' noise