Post by B~nice on May 30, 2004 3:08:17 GMT -5
the lowly timid tame, the meek,
the docile, willful, and the weak,
those to whom you will not speak,
the nerds, the dorks, and the geeks,
the rejected outcasts considered freaks,
the ones you hate cause they're unique,
or undersized with a small physique,
the ones whom lack enough mystique,
for their futures are so bleak,
walkin softly so the boards wont creak,
whom go unnoticed from week to week,
will devastate with the havoc they wreak
threw the shadows we shall sneak,
on a path that's so oblique,
until we reach the mountain's peak,
from the top of which we will leak,
and soil the land until it reeks,
with piss and shit with bloody streaks,
carved up bodies float in the creek,
when we get metical like Mozambique,
we'll make you submit like the Iron Sheik,
with a camel clutch that'll make you shriek,
fake you out with a Triple Deke,
and then check your ass like Bobby Hollik
I knew this one girl who was half Greek,
an uppity girl by the name of Monique,
a high pitched voice like a mouse squeak,
nose curved down like an eagles beak,
but the kinda hard-ons I wanted to tweak,
shopped at the very finest boutique,
lookin up her skirt tryna get a peek,
at the warm muffin lovin which I seek,
slender, smooth, sultry, and sleek,
said she didn't date the meek,
and one last time I turned the other cheek,
then showed her my skull fuck technique
the docile, willful, and the weak,
those to whom you will not speak,
the nerds, the dorks, and the geeks,
the rejected outcasts considered freaks,
the ones you hate cause they're unique,
or undersized with a small physique,
the ones whom lack enough mystique,
for their futures are so bleak,
walkin softly so the boards wont creak,
whom go unnoticed from week to week,
will devastate with the havoc they wreak
threw the shadows we shall sneak,
on a path that's so oblique,
until we reach the mountain's peak,
from the top of which we will leak,
and soil the land until it reeks,
with piss and shit with bloody streaks,
carved up bodies float in the creek,
when we get metical like Mozambique,
we'll make you submit like the Iron Sheik,
with a camel clutch that'll make you shriek,
fake you out with a Triple Deke,
and then check your ass like Bobby Hollik
I knew this one girl who was half Greek,
an uppity girl by the name of Monique,
a high pitched voice like a mouse squeak,
nose curved down like an eagles beak,
but the kinda hard-ons I wanted to tweak,
shopped at the very finest boutique,
lookin up her skirt tryna get a peek,
at the warm muffin lovin which I seek,
slender, smooth, sultry, and sleek,
said she didn't date the meek,
and one last time I turned the other cheek,
then showed her my skull fuck technique
