We often think of worth in stacks of money
also we think of sweet, in combs of honey...
A free for all
is free for me...
Whispers here
Whispers there...
Poop is smelly, sultry, deep
and full of secrets richly steeped...
(M4y 11, 2009 @ 7:39pm)
Pack up the mics...
Some say I sound rehearsed,
that my rhymes are nursed...
When it comes to quantity
we are often number one...
I've always been proud of my sex,
You know they even named me Rex...
The wheels on the school bus
just stopped going round...
The air was thick with a terrible smell
Everyone in the car going through hell...
There once was a doggy named Jack,
who no longer had a nutsack...
My gay friend and I are going to the farmers...
I have a crush on the lady who works there...