
My nose is running,
Like a pussy on period,
And I’m feeling rubbish,
Seeing you dancing like an idiot,
On my fate’s head,
Didn’t I tell you instead?
To take care of my life’s chopper,
Not to be an asshole hip-hopper,
Stop fucking in its cockpit,
I’m allergic to bullshit,
It’s my pathetic misfortune,
That I have to bear your sulking tune,
Maybe a few chapters of my life,
Were written by a donkey’s dick,
And that’s why your entry is so epic,
You keep flaunting your 3 inches and half,
And crying at everyone to give them a blowjob,
Stop being an asshole,
Understand there is a limit,
See I’m sneezing ‘Coz I’m allergic to bullshit,
When I’m up on my legs,
You won’t get a chance to beg,
I’ll then fuck you every day and night,
That you will not find a place to hide,
But maybe then you can hide in your ass’ hole,
That’s the place I will mind giving a shit,
‘Coz I am allergic to bullshit,
Now the choice is yours,
Either be my muse or a fucking whore,
Once these chapters are over,
Once I’m the pilot of my chopper,
I’ll cut your 3 ½ inches “long” dick,
Fit in your pussy shaped mouth,
Will make so many holes in you,
That you’ll forget your where about,
Your entire geography and history,
You’ll forget in a minute,
So stop pissing me off,
I am allergic to bullshit.
Whoa! Thats different for you 🙂
I must agree with Chatty Owl – after reading the White Dress – this is quite a departure. I bet it is liberating!