To the town of [REDACTED] rode a [DATA EXPUNGED] one day
Didn't speak to folks around him, didn't have too much to say
No one dared to close their eyelids, no one dared to make a slip
The SCP among them had some rebar on his hip
Rebar on his hip
Now in this town there lived an outlaw by the name of 682
Many men had hoped to kill him, but they never do
20 men had tried to take him, 20 men had made the slip, 20 men had failed to read the doc*mentation on the skip
Now the Tissue test passed so quickly and it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past [REDACTED] when They walked out in the ██████
Doctors were watchin' from the windows
Every body held their breath
They knew this concrete sculpture was about to meet it's death
About to meet it's death
There was [REDACTED] feet between them when they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the concrete is still talked about today
682 had barely blinked fore a ██████ fairly ripped
And the concrete's aim was deadly with the rebar on his hip
Rebar on his hip
To the town of [REDACTED] rode a [DATA EXPUNGED] one day
Didn't speak to folks around him, didn't have too much to say
No one dared to close their eyelids, no one dared to make a slip
The SCP among them had some rebar on his hip
Rebar on his hip