Cexfucx

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I wanna cex you up

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Released: Aug 8, 2007

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I wanna cex you up
5:12
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Cex in the City
5:53
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Bringing Cexy Back
6:13
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Age of Consent
7:04
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Genre: Big Beat / Bossa Nova / Reggaeton
Location hella, now, JM
Profile Views: 28666
Last Login: 1/13/2010
Member Since 5/11/2007
Website I think therefore I fucx
Record Label Labels Kill
Type of Label Major
Bio
.. I didn't mean to turn you on but I edited my profile with ..Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4..
Members
Raw Meat Beats Luke Hott Mate Slim Jello Prism Hathor Asa Metric General Motorskills Magpie UFO
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Sounds Like
you screaming in my ear while being humped by a Tyranasaurus Rex on board the good ship Lollipop manned by Mate Slim who is blasting us off into space using only sub bass as propulsion through 500 inch woofers and breaking through Jupiters hymen spraying enough cosmic slop to put out the sun which in turn freezes everything on earth except Raw Meat beats right foot which gets the party started once again and then we are off on a million foot long space hot dog that houses hundreds of the worlds party people on a mission to Youranus far in the sweet sweet recesses of the cexy galaxy all the while listening to Asa Metrics screw remixes of our theme song: St. Robert Palmers "I Didn't Mean To Turn You On" and dining on cornichons, lil debbies snack cakes and boones farm strawberry hill in an explosion of psychedelic fucxery that lights up the sky and is often these days mistaken for the northern lights (what a bunch of psuedo-scientific hoo haa) but we all know it is just the love juices of Hathors herd of unicorn astronauts spraying fierces messages of love and hope to those fortunate enough to live in the extreme north where our tale takes us next into the squalid igloo of one of our many protagonists: Jello Prism who as we speak is carving an enormous ice sculpture in the shape of a turtle vagina to be used in the sacred trance ceremonies of post apocalyptic naa-naa-nee-neeism being lead by the high priest of huh! huh! yeeeeaaaaahhhh! the right reverend Luke Hott who with a flourish melts the ice caps and creates so much wettness in the loins of the earth that it takes a diaper the size of Austrailia to keep the world from drowning, so what the fuck? you ask could we possibly sound like now? well Ill tell you or let you feel the crackerest of all the jacks smack smack smack smack that ass while leaping up and down like pumpkin on parade you cant miss Da-Na-Na-Na screaming and carrying on as if he gave a fuck but you know he doesnt and you can tell by the gleam in his eye and the glitter of his diamond encrusted tooth that this time it is for real: rockets red glare? fuck that! the bombs bursting in air? fuck that! the only thing giving proof through tonight is the heavy machinery of General Motorskillz as his piston gets oiled and moving cause something has to keep the world turning....talk about a big bang? lets talk about cex baby!