Fortune 500
02-07-2008, 01:19 AM
so we rollin, listenin to Pomp and Circumstance-bitch slappin' clowns-and poppin' circus tents-then take off and pop Keith Urban in-all the while
thinkin cops are jerks and then-one stopped and circumvented-and caught me with my pop and bourban blend-so my shotty drops-shots-that sound
like bottle rocket pops-and dropped-this narcin' cop-dropped-him outside a darkened shop-in the corner of a parking lot-so I ditch my ride-and tried-to
buy-a Lexus couldn't afford it-found a Honda next to a Ford and-then stayed at a Best Western before the-trip to the Mexican border-then got restless
therefore-I got sick with the boredom-decided to stick up a store and-get some cash, only six in the drawer-so I went next door-and bought
a Kix and a S'more-kept drivin' rockin out' to some Styxx and The Doors-passed a john havin sex with a whore-in a tinted, red accented Porsche and-
attacked-with my axe-hackin' out portions-and to cover my tracks, started packin' it in contortions-foldin' it in halves and in foursomes-then
got sick of stabbin' in torsos-and dicin' up abdomen morsels-even though i'm a killer-rabid and remorseless-a drug addict searchin' cabinents for Cortisol-
Anyway-next I boosted a Corvette-headed northwest-after depositin' what's left-of that hooker's flesh-I extracted from her corset-with latex gloves
and forceps-I've lost it, still an alcoholic, only on the fourth step-so I think it's horse-shit-that sobriety's worshipped-theres million's of people-with
their opinions of evil-and these know-it all-pussies-with their sewed-on balls, should be-orphaned-so that misfortune-sucks dry all their endorphins-
or better yet-their parent's courship-should of ended in abortion-and finally divorce, then-to be safe snuff out all the storks and-while we're at it, we can
call Orkin-to have the crabs-on their vag's-extracted- or they'll start morphin-to monster-sized-with lobster-eyes-and mobster ties-DONE
thinkin cops are jerks and then-one stopped and circumvented-and caught me with my pop and bourban blend-so my shotty drops-shots-that sound
like bottle rocket pops-and dropped-this narcin' cop-dropped-him outside a darkened shop-in the corner of a parking lot-so I ditch my ride-and tried-to
buy-a Lexus couldn't afford it-found a Honda next to a Ford and-then stayed at a Best Western before the-trip to the Mexican border-then got restless
therefore-I got sick with the boredom-decided to stick up a store and-get some cash, only six in the drawer-so I went next door-and bought
a Kix and a S'more-kept drivin' rockin out' to some Styxx and The Doors-passed a john havin sex with a whore-in a tinted, red accented Porsche and-
attacked-with my axe-hackin' out portions-and to cover my tracks, started packin' it in contortions-foldin' it in halves and in foursomes-then
got sick of stabbin' in torsos-and dicin' up abdomen morsels-even though i'm a killer-rabid and remorseless-a drug addict searchin' cabinents for Cortisol-
Anyway-next I boosted a Corvette-headed northwest-after depositin' what's left-of that hooker's flesh-I extracted from her corset-with latex gloves
and forceps-I've lost it, still an alcoholic, only on the fourth step-so I think it's horse-shit-that sobriety's worshipped-theres million's of people-with
their opinions of evil-and these know-it all-pussies-with their sewed-on balls, should be-orphaned-so that misfortune-sucks dry all their endorphins-
or better yet-their parent's courship-should of ended in abortion-and finally divorce, then-to be safe snuff out all the storks and-while we're at it, we can
call Orkin-to have the crabs-on their vag's-extracted- or they'll start morphin-to monster-sized-with lobster-eyes-and mobster ties-DONE