3ChinaPolicy
10/05/08, 04:58 AM
the more i cry, the more i bleed
the more i think that the more i need
a friend like you, to hug and hold,
to love me through the fire and cold
isolated, lost, im sorry im sad
i did some things naughty, some things that were bad
i swore and i cursed, i let you all down
i'll behave myself now, or turn my pants brown...
so i waited and waited, for the day that would come
and when i say come, i mean come out my bum
lol sorry thats sick, thats god damn just wrong
this poem, this bullshit, it'd make a good song?
but here i am, back, and when i say back
i mean that i want a back to attack
not with a knife, with a flooding of junk
that comes straight out of my 3 metre trunk
do you know what i mean, when i mention my trunk
i mean my big wanger, that lands with a THUNK
on her face and her nose, my massive big hose
does it make her smile, no, damn...i'll need some lube now.
im kidding, i joke, i do want a smoke,
to stick on my lips, and to burn my hips
and to light on my titties, to make them red hot
then fill up a cup full of spit and green snot.
was that sick, hell yeah, but who really cares
im expressing my angst, and if anyone dares
to judge me with hate or laugh at my life
i'll tell them to go and jizz on a knife
that word, four letters, it makes us all smile
unless you havent seen some, for quite a while
then you'd probably be jealous, of all those who had
the sluts and the hussies, who live in Baghdad
now here i stand, alone once more
have i be banned, my life now poor?
i have a beat, so i shut the door
and i jizz fucken everywhere....ahhhh
stinks so bad
i go grab a towel, and by towel i mean cat
to wipe up my jizz, and to take a shat,
on the face of the thing, that i love the most,
no its not my cat, its myself...so now you know.
the more i think that the more i need
a friend like you, to hug and hold,
to love me through the fire and cold
isolated, lost, im sorry im sad
i did some things naughty, some things that were bad
i swore and i cursed, i let you all down
i'll behave myself now, or turn my pants brown...
so i waited and waited, for the day that would come
and when i say come, i mean come out my bum
lol sorry thats sick, thats god damn just wrong
this poem, this bullshit, it'd make a good song?
but here i am, back, and when i say back
i mean that i want a back to attack
not with a knife, with a flooding of junk
that comes straight out of my 3 metre trunk
do you know what i mean, when i mention my trunk
i mean my big wanger, that lands with a THUNK
on her face and her nose, my massive big hose
does it make her smile, no, damn...i'll need some lube now.
im kidding, i joke, i do want a smoke,
to stick on my lips, and to burn my hips
and to light on my titties, to make them red hot
then fill up a cup full of spit and green snot.
was that sick, hell yeah, but who really cares
im expressing my angst, and if anyone dares
to judge me with hate or laugh at my life
i'll tell them to go and jizz on a knife
that word, four letters, it makes us all smile
unless you havent seen some, for quite a while
then you'd probably be jealous, of all those who had
the sluts and the hussies, who live in Baghdad
now here i stand, alone once more
have i be banned, my life now poor?
i have a beat, so i shut the door
and i jizz fucken everywhere....ahhhh
stinks so bad
i go grab a towel, and by towel i mean cat
to wipe up my jizz, and to take a shat,
on the face of the thing, that i love the most,
no its not my cat, its myself...so now you know.