Megs
11-25-2005, 12:35 PM
So gather round ye children,
And listen to my epic tale,
Further proof of the worst kind,
that people have poisoned minds,
A tale of a grown man,
Who takes pictures in the mirror,
But we all know that lots of them,
Are captured within a flash,
sharply dressed and frowning,
He doth twist the cores of many,
But his life's so full and joyous,
They'll cross themselves and say "goodbye",
For under the face of this wretched foe,
Lies a man,with nowhere to go,
And if you challenge him,
You'll be the one feeling low.
For though he might be older,
he is the youngest at heart,
The mind of german bomber,
Could nary be much faster,
For all know no other,
For they have no real envy,
And they have no cover,
With diabolic insult showers,
So hark to the tale of Sin Studly,
And cover the ground to sheild his feet,
It's what you should do to prepare,
Unless you desire to get beat,
he's naught but a diminishing animal,
a gaunt staring bastard,
Which makes it more compelling,
For you to turn away.
So this cruel and viscious tigress,
Will destroy your dignity and pride,
She'll put the Isis to your throat,
And demand to be your bride,
If you are that unlucky man,
That she claims as her majetok,
She'll brand her claim apon your butt,
And treat you like white livestock.
For this racially condemning master,
Does not respect the others around,
And he knows that others are rightful too,
But will not take his mind and make it bound,
below those steaming pits of hell,
cooking, burning, crisping up,
And acting as everyone's hell bringer,
pour his blood into a cup.
For he is a fucking trader,
And keeps his insults in boxes,
With a huge lock and key,
And only those how it unlocks,
and so only he can unlease these terrors,
between you and me,
For we are to know that some day,
"monsieur Studly will kill us some day!"
So hark to the tale of Sin Studly,
And cover the ground to sheild his feet,
It's what you should do to prepare,
Unless you desire to get beat,
he's naught but a diminishing animal,
a gaunt staring bastard,
Which makes it more compelling,
For you to turn away.
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And listen to my epic tale,
Further proof of the worst kind,
that people have poisoned minds,
A tale of a grown man,
Who takes pictures in the mirror,
But we all know that lots of them,
Are captured within a flash,
sharply dressed and frowning,
He doth twist the cores of many,
But his life's so full and joyous,
They'll cross themselves and say "goodbye",
For under the face of this wretched foe,
Lies a man,with nowhere to go,
And if you challenge him,
You'll be the one feeling low.
For though he might be older,
he is the youngest at heart,
The mind of german bomber,
Could nary be much faster,
For all know no other,
For they have no real envy,
And they have no cover,
With diabolic insult showers,
So hark to the tale of Sin Studly,
And cover the ground to sheild his feet,
It's what you should do to prepare,
Unless you desire to get beat,
he's naught but a diminishing animal,
a gaunt staring bastard,
Which makes it more compelling,
For you to turn away.
So this cruel and viscious tigress,
Will destroy your dignity and pride,
She'll put the Isis to your throat,
And demand to be your bride,
If you are that unlucky man,
That she claims as her majetok,
She'll brand her claim apon your butt,
And treat you like white livestock.
For this racially condemning master,
Does not respect the others around,
And he knows that others are rightful too,
But will not take his mind and make it bound,
below those steaming pits of hell,
cooking, burning, crisping up,
And acting as everyone's hell bringer,
pour his blood into a cup.
For he is a fucking trader,
And keeps his insults in boxes,
With a huge lock and key,
And only those how it unlocks,
and so only he can unlease these terrors,
between you and me,
For we are to know that some day,
"monsieur Studly will kill us some day!"
So hark to the tale of Sin Studly,
And cover the ground to sheild his feet,
It's what you should do to prepare,
Unless you desire to get beat,
he's naught but a diminishing animal,
a gaunt staring bastard,
Which makes it more compelling,
For you to turn away.
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