Saturday, July 11, 2009
What up fat chicks?
O djembe of mine
My drum divine
Allow this lame rhyme
Of mine, my prime
Teh O ice lime (limau)
good for the throat
and also the mind
My mind
Mind of mine
Toilet paper behind
This is the 9th line
Now tenth... line.
Fuck Eminem and Mike Shinoda
Justin's the new yellow boy on the block.
Respect. (Fists chest once and shows peace sign, sideways)
The hearts of thousands long for our reunion
Thus more have the ears ferment and deprived
I foster a message in a language only you can chant
Awe we will create and spiritual possession we will command.
Pain for pleasure, we've achieved
My fingers, your skin
And I now know how you felt when you had to wait for me in darkness ov blasphemy
Zipped beneath the the relativity that exists between comfort and discomfort.
2 weeks of face-flinching pain for me, 2 weeks of wooly isolation for you.
Behemoth's latest album, 'Evangelion', is out! FUCK YEAH!!!!! \m/
Astareth!
Bring forth the iron rain!
Hekate!
Bring forth plagues ov an ever-failing race!
ov ov ov ov ov ov ov!
FUCK YEAH!!!! \m/
P.S. I love you prata! =)
Justin, 00:50