In the house, the times we had!
Our antics made the granny mad.
Her toilet, it was brown and crappy,
in the bin, her vaginal nappy.
We smashed the windows and the ceiling;
asbestos gave a gipsum feeling.
Sailor haircuts in the tub,
three yacht boys, rub a dub scrub.
Indeed we sat on breeze block Ts.
We smashed the roof with relative ease.
Smash we did the granny's china,
frig she did her old vangina.
A comp we found and had a sesh,
we burned the house like david koresh.
Cometh intruder we poised to kill,
with stick, a rope and rusty grill.
They locked it up, we wanted in,
we burned the house to cleanse our sins.
Pauk trapped heself in a room of fire,
to kill heself was he desire.
One day we found the house destructed,
our squatter's rights, they waz obstructed.
Now it's gone, nothing left.
My heart died too, with the house of kleft.
Ah me auld flower, yessir I am, it's thursday though from my inderstanding, man, I just made an ad for my new breakcore ringtone business, it's kicking, i'd paste the link in here but it seams you are an html nazi, anyway, I dont even know if you're gonna get this, I'm goin on msn now though, if you're not there i swear to jehovah I will kick your butt
Speaking of legality...you must be of age to consent to posting on the PBB now! Come join us, I would love to pick up the corruption of your fine young soul where I left off. :)
