Monday, March 19, 2007

I piss on your grave

Come on now Masta you were really lame this time, I never knew you liked nursery rhymes, but since you do, here's one for you, roses are red violets are blue, I fucked your mother and then she had you, ha ha let's go how 'bout another one, these nursery rhymes were kinda fun, roses are red violets are blue, your father fucked the milkman, bo-ho-fucking-ho, but seriously folks let's crank it up a notch, let's head butt Masta in his face and kick him in the crotch, but wait the crotch is the wrong place to kick, li'l Masta ain't got a dick, maybe a mini penis is hiding in there, but it's more like a giant clit I swear, Masta J, never okay, Mr "I'm-straight-outta-south-harbor" ya'll better make way, snap back to reality, you're a monstrosity, you're abnormality, a lousy vasectomy, yeah that's right there's no need to fight, you're a lot of bark but simply no bite, I'm Urquell you're Miller Lite, you're the toilet when I take a shite, I give you nightmares every night, you sneak into you closet and lock it shut tight, then you come out of the closet every day, even homosexuals are pissed that you're gay, you give them a very bad reputation, you're the number one reason for sterilization, a minute in your company, and people question humanity, how come you allowed to live on, in the olden timey days you'd been stoned and long gone, so I think it's time to bury the hatchett, right in your skull didn't see that one coming I bet, let me end this rhyme on a positive note, I saw you fucking yesterday - with a billy goat! Hahahahaha sucker!

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