Iero. Always Born a Crime Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 6876
July 17th, 2007 at 11:39am
Iero. Always Born a Crime Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 6876
July 17th, 2007 at 04:00pm
Okay I know these are not videos but i didn't find any other place where to post these. This is something so funny, I almost die when read these but don't kill me 'cause these are not videos..
Welcome to the Gay Parade
When I was a young boy,
My brother took me to the brothel
To see some marching fags.
He said, "Bro when you grow up,
would you be the one to break in the newbies,
the beasties and the crabs?"
He said "Will you defeat them,
the Asians, and all the non-taxpayers,”
the crap that they have made?"
"Because one day, I’ll mate with you,
A S. Fran-er to goad you,
To join The Gay Parade."
When I was a young boy,
My brother took me into the brothel
To see some marching fags.
He said, "When you stiffen,
would you go into me slowly,
and rock and roll in my ass?"
Sometimes I get the feeling he's watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should call.
And through it all, the rim and balls, the bodies in their beds.
And when you've come you want me to know.
You’ll ram me on,
You’ll ram me on
And though you’re my sibling, believe me
Retarded babies are the rock
You’ll ram me on
And in my butt I can't contain it
The biting won't retain it.
A turd that sends you puking from defecated rims
Your venereal disease will kill us all.
So hit the Black and call him Mack
Let's shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the feds, we heed the call
To carry on
We'll carry on
And though my anal hole’s bleeding
You’ll ram me on
You’ll ram me on
And though I’m broken and demented
Your weary ‘Jimmy’ marches on
On and on you carry through the window peers
Ooh oh ohhhh
Burning carcasses of your peeps
Ooh oh ohhhh
Restraining order are weak, so you’ve burned them all
Do or die, they’ll never make you
Because the world doesn’t have no proof
Go and try, you'll always break me
You want it all, and you ate my cat
I would explain and say I'm hurting
I'm so ashamed, I think I’m going emo now
Give a cheer for all the broken
Listen here, because he’s dead now
I'm just a kid, a rape victim yeah
Just a boy, who had to sing this song
I'm just a kid, a rape victim yeah
I! need! care!
He would’ve rammed me on
I hit him head on
And YES! He’s dead, I can’t believe it!
But his legacy would carry on
He'll carry on
And though I’m broken and defeated
I’m still unprotected like a ho
Do or die, they’ll never let me
Because Child Services won’t die
Chuck Norris, why? I just want to fight
I want my balls, not this stupid thong(We'll carry on)
Do or die, they’ll never let me(We'll carry on)
Because Child Services won’t die(We'll carry on)
Chuck Norris, why? I just want to fight(We'll carry on)
I want my balls, not this stupid thong(We'll carry on)
Teenagers
They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the man those ‘dudes’
To make a rice cake out of your shoe
Because they sleep with their son
And keep their coke in their funds
So they can sniff all the leaves and nukes
Because Punk Rock is destroyed
MTV’s such a jerk
'Cause Panic! can’t sing Queen
They've already killed off Cobain
The whole rock scene is in vain
Another fag in the pop-rock regime
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as it’s Paris and Lind
So tack a MCR post or stalk a violent ho
Maybe they'll turn you on, but not me.
The dikes and fags in the clique
The emo snogs that they dig
Good thing you won’t fit in much, kid
When the teachers are gone
Pull that gun out of your shirt
The anti pop-culture army is here
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as it’s Paris and Lind
So tack a MCR post or stalk a violent ho
Maybe they'll turn you on, but not me.
Ohhh yeah!
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as it’s Paris and Lind
So tack a MCR post or stalk a violent ho
Maybe they'll turn you on, but not me.
All together now!
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as it’s Paris and Lind
So tack a MCR post or stalk a violent ho
Maybe they'll turn you on, but not me.
[x2]
Famous Last Sharts
Now I know
That you won’t let me stay
But where's my pants?
But where's my pants?
But where's my...
And I know
There's nothing I could say
To lay you down
To lay you down
To lay...
So many
Fine girls to cast your rod on
Am I too coarse?
Well, in this world of modelling
I am too big
A dish so tempting
I ate two peas
A bod’s that’s too demanding
I must puke
I am not afraid to be bulimic
I am not afraid to walk this show alone
Two tic-tacs make me too full, honey
Nothing you can say can stop to vomit, nope
Can you see
My eyes are shining bright
Cause I just vomitted
On the other side
Of this jet-black cubicle door
And I smell so weak
Is it hard understanding
I had too much to eat
A piece of candy’s like a turkey
It’s too big
I am not afraid to be bulimic
I am not afraid to walk this show alone
Two tic-tacs make me too full, honey
Nothing you can say can stop to vomit, nope
I am not afraid to be bulimic
I am not afraid to walk this show alone
Two tic-tacs make me too full, honey
Nothing you can say can stop to vomit, nope
These bright lights look like stars to me
These bright lights look like stars to me
I say
I see you lying next to me
With pot and LSD’s I’ve never seen
Fried and overdosed
Alive or dead
(How can I see, I see you lying) I see you lying next to me
(How can I see, I see you lying) With pot and LSD’s I’ve never seen
(How can I see, I see you lying) Fried and overdosed
(How can I see, I see you lying) Alive or dead
'Cause I see you lying next to me
With pot and LSD’s I’ve never seen
Fried and overdosed
Alive or dead
'Cause I see you lying next to me
With pot and LSD’s I’ve never seen
Fried and overdosed
Alive or dead
I am not afraid to be bulimic
I am not afraid to walk this show alone
(Or dead)
Two tic-tacs make me too full, honey
Nothing you can say can stop to vomit, nope
(Or dead)
I am not afraid to be bulimic
I am not afraid to walk this show alone
(Or dead)
Two tic-tacs make me too full, honey
Nothing you can say can stop to vomit, nope
(Or dead)
I am not afraid to be bulimic
I am not afraid to walk this show alone
(Or dead)
Two tic-tacs make me too full, honey
Nothing you can say can stop to vomit, nope
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