Lyric № 155712

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Member since 2003 · Posted 29 Jul 2008 · Edited 29 Jul 2008 · 3 comments

Annie once dragged both her folks to her class. Her mother: a slacker, Her daddy: an ass. And the latter was a dame, all damn classy and sass. Her brother: a broker, Her daddy: an ass. And the former stood up tall, his bitch-nips a'cuttin glass. His mother: a teacher, His daddy: an ass. Then the students stood like vultures on a rotting carcass. First their mother, never sweeter. Then their daddy, taste like ass.

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[7] Don-Quixote 29-Jul-08/5:10 PM Reply

Ok, well my only real issue is that... this isn't a lyric. I've heard nor seen a thirty second song.

Seven.

[0] T. Jonathron Remp 29-Jul-08/8:34 PM Reply

This is filled to the brim with avant-garde post-modern hypnotics. It reached me, deep. I love the imagery, seeping, creeping at me from all angles! Oh wait, I didn't even read it because the title is hot garbage.

[n/a] FreeFormFixation › T. Jonathron Remp 4-Aug-08/4:23 AM Reply

well obviously you read it. too bad your name is stupid or i might read something you wrote.