28 June 2012
Dear Mr.Smelly, Your face is kinda swelly, Your voice sounds like Mr.Bean on your telly. So instead of wanting piss like you did in this Round number too ain't no diss so take the risk!
Climb this stage and you're like munched onions They see you and they cry. Cry in fucking laughter as they see you try.
So next time I'm climbing a tower with Mr.Kong, I think it might be those pills, but I can see some boobs within that jacket, And that proves you can't trust nature to correct gender's wrong.
So this evening when I'm battlin for a song, for right And I turn forward in battle light. Your little titties bobble up in fright, Then I just might, Swing thrice over nd throw you into the midnight.
This Evening • Opuss № I