Lashire

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(Oh shit)


So we sailed on, through the mountains
Plowed right through, their Goddamn asses
I'm Tom Sawyer, I'll painted your fences
No I won't, because I'll trick you

I, love, to sing, really badly!
I, paint my eyes, a different color, everyday!
I, might be Gay, but I still, get more ass then you
I, am not you, so fuck, your self!
self!
Self!

This song never ends
And with the hopes that I can get with your girlfriend
I'm, not here, even though, ah God dammit!
(Some thing tells me this won't be a very good take)


I'm not Gay, but my best friend thinks I am
I'm not Gay, even though I slept with a man
I'm not Gay
I'm not Gay
I'm not fucking Gay
Freddie Murcury's gay
Elton John is fucking gay
So is the guy on the TV guide channel
But. I'm. Not. Gay!

-insepid laughter-

hhhhhhhnnnnnnggggg!

(I think he may be drunk)

I might look unsanitary and cheap
But I still get more ass then a toilet seat
I know I'm jailbait to most
But still I hope that I can fuck the pope

You and me, together eternally
I will have to rip out....

SEX!

SEX!

SEX!

Bloody fucking sex!

-dies-

No you bloody fucking bastards, the song's not over yet
No it's not, you gotta part with this torture
Hell yeah! I'll rip your bloody fuckin' eyeballs out
Oh yeah! I'll shove 'em up your ass

I'll choke your children
I'll beat your wife to submission
I'll fuck your husband
I'll do all of the above
Do unspeakable things to you and your family
Just because I want to
Oh my dear loved ones, I am a brutal person
When you get to know me, I'll jizz in your eye
And, even black cock will say "Oh my fucking God"

You know, I've only been playing, three Goddamn chords at one
Oh, this goes without saying, that I am not a very good guy

RAPE!

THIRD DEGREE MURDER!

HIT AND RUN!

SODOMY!

(which isn't a crime is it? Wait, is that a crime?)

(I don't think so)
(I don't know)

(Umm...ummm)

SURPRISE SODOMY!

Driving a guy into a fire exstinguisher with a bunch of explosives and then blowing his head open with a grenade and then using his corpse to mop up various sports stadiums!

Playing ring around the rosie with dead children!

The album of St. Anger!

Lars Ulrich will jump out of St. Anger, rape your ears, then sodomize your children, fuck your wife then go back into the Goddamn CD!

SOUTH PARK!

Hump. Hump.

Having a song that's supposed to be satirical. Having it go over six minutes.

Which is also illegal I guess

Stealing your naighbors dogs, fucking it in the ass, then burying it alive!

(Wait...that's not funny, even I found that in bad taste)
(Really?)
(Okay, are we done?)
(I guess so)

(You know, we haven't really touched on religion yet, have we?)

Let. Us. Talk. About. God....s

((I'll continue the other lyrics later))