John Bellows - 99.9%

Big shot, fuck wad thinks that he's stud of the month
Prancing in designer clothes advertising head to toe
Eeny meeny miney mo
Just you wait till I reload I'll make your fucking head explode
Queen bee offers me all the honey I can eat
just give up my identity and come and be her loyal drone
Then she takes off all her clothes
Ten minutes later we were fucking on her royal throne
Guitar man is performing in apartment hall
Bathing in fluorescent light, tanning late into the night
Neighbor's scream with all their might
"Hey you loud obnoxious jerk! Some people have got to work!
Take that shit out on the street! I'm trying to get some fucking sleep!"
Knock on door, say hello
Beats them both unconscious and then he smashes up their stereo
Bursting blood clot, strain your brain until it pops
Wake up in a bathroom stall, gripping tightly both your balls
Ripping as hard as you can, squish those fuckers in your hand
Then I swear in hell you won't regret the moment that you bleed to death

Written by:
John Wheatley

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