Brick Maldonado

Brick Maldonado appeared at the front of my bed

Caught a party mouse and she smelled like she’s been dead

I told him bout the twenty-one years of bad luck

And he told me not to give an honest fuck

 

Juggalo bones all caught in his beard

The juggalo clap is what he most feared

Just be strong like a brick in your yard

Don’t take the walking dead’s bullshit too hard

 

It’s been four score and seven nights since he came

And Brick Maldonado will always be the same.

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