the last few weeks
mc cris was fucking awsome, jamacia was fucking awsome, my all over tan i got while on the nude beach is fucking awsome. now i got digital cable and my mom fucked up my room. lots of fun tiems ahead for me now. i got to figure a way out f cleaning my desk tommorrow. i really need to play some wow, but my parents are being real bitchy about me having fun so that dont look likely any time soon. until then i leave you with these thoughts as composed by the bloodhoud gang:
You must die I alone am best!
I hope ya flip some guy the bird
He cuts you off and you’re forced to swerve
In front of the beatles’ tour bus
A bookmobile and a mack truck
Hauling hazardous biological waste
The light turns red you have no brakes
And hard copy gets it all on tape
So you can see the look on your face
I hope your pinto begins to spin
Takes out a disabled vietnam veteran
Mows down a nobel peace prize winner
And maybe some orphans having christmas dinner
Perhaps even the british royal family
And the rabbi that’s clutching the bottle-fed puppy
And we can’t forget the newlyweds
And those jerry’s kids are as good as dead
I hope your cellmate thinks he’s god
But c.n.n. refer to him as bowling ball bag bob
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse
Only this time the victim’s a clydesdale horse
While he masturbates to photos of livestock
He does the silence of the lambs dance to christian rock
Eats feces and quotes from deliverance
And fights with his imaginary playmate vince
I hope he grins like jack nicholson
And forces you to play a game called balls on chin
And whatever happens next is all a blur
But you remember fist can be a verb
And when you finally regain consciousness
You’re bound and gagged in a wedding dress
And the prison guard looks the other way
'cause he’s the guy ya flipped the bird the other day
I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die
You must die I alone am best!
I hope ya flip some guy the bird
He cuts you off and you’re forced to swerve
In front of the beatles’ tour bus
A bookmobile and a mack truck
Hauling hazardous biological waste
The light turns red you have no brakes
And hard copy gets it all on tape
So you can see the look on your face
I hope your pinto begins to spin
Takes out a disabled vietnam veteran
Mows down a nobel peace prize winner
And maybe some orphans having christmas dinner
Perhaps even the british royal family
And the rabbi that’s clutching the bottle-fed puppy
And we can’t forget the newlyweds
And those jerry’s kids are as good as dead
I hope your cellmate thinks he’s god
But c.n.n. refer to him as bowling ball bag bob
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse
Only this time the victim’s a clydesdale horse
While he masturbates to photos of livestock
He does the silence of the lambs dance to christian rock
Eats feces and quotes from deliverance
And fights with his imaginary playmate vince
I hope he grins like jack nicholson
And forces you to play a game called balls on chin
And whatever happens next is all a blur
But you remember fist can be a verb
And when you finally regain consciousness
You’re bound and gagged in a wedding dress
And the prison guard looks the other way
'cause he’s the guy ya flipped the bird the other day
I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die