Aug 29, 2007 20:01
i got hit on by gay priest.
he said he'd pull my hair.
i said i'd kick him in his old geezer mouth.
he called me a naughty schoolboy.
i said i'll rip his throat open.
then, he walked away.
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I seen the news, sir, but please, let me ask you.
Are you really the senator that got caught in the bathroom?
Was that you sayin' you was not a homosexual,
even though you be askin' different men to have sex with you,
to enter in your brown starfish that's made to exit poo,
beggin' for it hard 'cuz you'd really like an exit wound?
And you're still wondering why gay dudes text message you,
and why you can still taste leftover penis residue.
You the type to like tranny-octopussy tentacle.
To take still photos 'cuz you felt the moment memorable.
The type to hand-hug your dick while lookin' at the centerfold
of Playgirl mags with other men in the bed with you.
Now, who's that bendin' you? Is that how you get revenue?
Hittin' on the gay bar bartender bartending you?
From my perspective, you be callin' up Rent-a-Dude.
Tell the truth. A dick is really in the end of you.