You hear a voice in your head... Argh!
You hear a voice in your head... Argh!
You hear a voice in your head... I said young man, when you're short on your dough.
You hear a voice in your head... Kill the blacks!
You hear a voice in your head...
You hear a voice in your head... It's your gassy forgethole, friend. That's my toilet. I'll stuff right in there and you can stuff it back out. It's whats for breakfast.
You hear a voice in your head... The smallest things give me a great roosterstand - a whorish movement of your mouth, a little brown stain on the seat of your white drawers, a sudden dirty word spluttered out by your wet lips, a sudden immodest noise made by you behind and then a bad smell slowly curling up out of your backside.
You hear a voice in your head... Enjoy a nice swig of my chunky piss, take it directly out of the straw in my richard, friend. You're the type of twink whose life ends in a toiletbowl, while living your life as a literal jizzmop.
You hear a voice in your head... Here's the deal: if you fear me, continue your ranting. If you don't, just bugger off and continue with your lives instead of wasting time here. I'm gonna forget you guys up the ass and shove my rooster down your throats, yes, you, Aurelius—you loving roostersucker—and you too, Furius, you friend! Just because my verses are tender doesn't mean that I've gone all soft. Sure, a poet should focus on writing poetry and not on love; but does that mean they can't write about love? If a poem is in good taste, well-written and erotic, it can give massive boners to hairy old men, not just to horny teenagers. You think I'm a sissy just because I write about thousands of kisses? I'm gonna forget you guys up the ass and shove my rooster down your throats!
You hear a voice in your head... Argh!
You hear a voice in your head... Come here you phlegm-carapaced, slime-faced, mucous-brained, furry-legged abductor of luminously intelligent but pulchritudinous Earth-women.
You hear a voice in your head... Place yourself in my shoes, I'm looking at a broken stufflord who wants me to blow pusillanimous individual chunks into his lap. Look in the mirror while plugging your forgetgap with my balls. You'll look like a friend and a forgetstuff. Not me though.
You hear a voice in your head... ((OOC: help me im new))
Ahh
The wonders of rainbow weed.