earl

yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashin' while, jackin' off to bufferin' vids of asher roth eatin' apple sauce, sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws, and knock blunt ashes into their caskets and laugh it off, twisted sicker than mad cattle, in fact i'm off, six different liquors with a prince wig plastered on, stop screamin', bitch: you shouldn't be that alarmed, when big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm, earl puts the "ass" in "assassin", puts the pieces of decomposin' bodies in plastic, puts 'em in a pan and mixes it up with scat, then gobbles it like fat black bitches and catfish, it so happens that i'm so haphazardous, i'll puke a piece and put it on a hook and fuckin' cast the shit, i'm askin' that you faggot rap actors take action, and get a hall pass for this class-act shit, how the fuck i fit an axe in a satchel?, slip capsules in a glass, you dizzy rascal, party staff baffled, askin' where her ass go, in my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes, go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust, and butts to fuck and ups to shut and sluts to fuckin' uppercut, it's of buttercup: go ahead, fuck with us, without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked, ask her for a couple bucks, shove a trumpet up her butt, play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch, as well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt, found the mustard, fuckin' nosey neighbors notice somethings up, "what you doin'?" nothin' much, squish out some other stuff, gotta fuckin' bounce, guess the bouncer's had enough of us, get up off the pavement, wipe the dirt and vomit off, dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk, cotton soft pussy them odd niggas is molotov, cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog, wolf gang we ain't barkin', nah, try talkin' on a blog with your fuckin' arms cut off, put in a carpet and watch it get auctioned off, the ace tell shake's daughter "we're sorry, but papa's gone. bitch"