lame humor

Jalso

Taco?

Do like da tacos?

Lots fucking names I cant speak.

But you just are getting slower you

Are getting a bit lower.

I have a fragment of a world that once was.

 

You think its so pretty but your blinded by my hand.

Ha-ha we can do this all day long.

Fuck no I’m not gunna were your thong!

You see, the humor gets bigger then the boomer.

Ha-ha we can play that game.

 

Freak! Freak for me!

I’m here for your so dumb.

I’m gone now, live you life.

I can see your past thrown at the wall.

Can you revive?

Give me a fucking break.

Can you feel me?

 

Can your mom let me in?

Ma’am I ain’t here for the lecture.

Don’t worry I’ll protect her,

From this evil world.

 

I’m just throwing things out

Mixing my words ya know the feeling?

Maybe not but I can still keep the tune.

May I say may a world with out you be better?

  • Author: Jalso (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 22nd, 2011 13:28
  • Category: Unclassified
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