Roll up with my DL-44 blaster
This is an ‘ian’s disaster
You can’t outsmart the smart-***
And that *******
SAJN_Master
Is gonna get plastered
By 3 bolts from my Wookie bow-caster
And Brian I’m finding that you’d better move faster
If this website isn’t updated
As I’ve formerly stated
We’ve waited to long
And it doesn’t matter if I’m really wrong
But either way I’ll be hated
Massassi and its mission is overrated
We’re slated for life
Slit this sites throat with a knife
And the pain and the strife
The 4th graders and
Masturbaters with Gator on the desktop
Will this rhyme ever stop?
Not till I’m on top
Or Pagewizard drops,
So listen to this beat, take a seat
My hex-a-decimal reads ‘1337’
I live on 1-3-3-7 Kiss my *** street
GBK with his PDA describing every which-way on each day he can manage to get some
Wookie9’s always singing the national anthem
Shut the hell up with your patriotic bulls**t
After he hears this song, DSettahr’s gonna throw a fit
And all of you Canalians
In all of your hockey stadiums
Hockey isn’t even a sport,
It’s ice charades with thicker blades, a puck and sticks
With grown men slapping each other’s asses in the locker room,
Rubbing each other’s ****s
I’m sick of this
‘Desensitize the site to every pissy little b**ch’s whim and wish’
Cast and fish for reasons to backup your bulls**t argument
You started it,
When what you really should be doing is paying the rent
From your parents basement
Instead of arguing your political engagement
And when I post constructive criticism on your s**t you pass off as art
Don’t sit and pick apart the 20 seconds I took to jump off the cart of people and their praise
Off the band-wagon of people and their ‘pretty picture’ haze
So that I have to come back and rephrase
The 3 lines I signed with my name
Just so that people don’t take me personally
But it hurts me to see Page giving advice
With his womanizing device
But he doesn’t realize that his pimp nature will not suffice
Slice, Pop goes the Pagewizard’s pimple
It’s simple
The derogatory terms of crippled
This puddle rippled
Into the Massassi conspiracy
The mass confusion and hype
Elana who can barely type
ObiKwiet’s got dingle berries picking-ripe
He spews more s**t from his mouth than his mother can wipe!
I’m sorry, did I offend you?
To make up for it I’ll send you ******.biz
Because my name is (What?)
My name is (Who?)
My name is (A fricka-fricka) Pugler
And just so you all know
I stole the show when I showed you all
That Christopher Reeves angers me
He was smart to get off of his high horse, but he probably didn’t anticipate the fall
Or all of you all worshiping his every call
This cripple’s throwing a ball
The biggest bash of the last 16 years
Pissing off Brian, Pissing of Blujay, and Pissing of my peers
Feeding off your fears
Of being wrong
And now, here we are at the end of this song
I hope I didn’t take too long
Peace, I’m out, I’m long gone.
This is an ‘ian’s disaster
You can’t outsmart the smart-***
And that *******
SAJN_Master
Is gonna get plastered
By 3 bolts from my Wookie bow-caster
And Brian I’m finding that you’d better move faster
If this website isn’t updated
As I’ve formerly stated
We’ve waited to long
And it doesn’t matter if I’m really wrong
But either way I’ll be hated
Massassi and its mission is overrated
We’re slated for life
Slit this sites throat with a knife
And the pain and the strife
The 4th graders and
Masturbaters with Gator on the desktop
Will this rhyme ever stop?
Not till I’m on top
Or Pagewizard drops,
So listen to this beat, take a seat
My hex-a-decimal reads ‘1337’
I live on 1-3-3-7 Kiss my *** street
GBK with his PDA describing every which-way on each day he can manage to get some
Wookie9’s always singing the national anthem
Shut the hell up with your patriotic bulls**t
After he hears this song, DSettahr’s gonna throw a fit
And all of you Canalians
In all of your hockey stadiums
Hockey isn’t even a sport,
It’s ice charades with thicker blades, a puck and sticks
With grown men slapping each other’s asses in the locker room,
Rubbing each other’s ****s
I’m sick of this
‘Desensitize the site to every pissy little b**ch’s whim and wish’
Cast and fish for reasons to backup your bulls**t argument
You started it,
When what you really should be doing is paying the rent
From your parents basement
Instead of arguing your political engagement
And when I post constructive criticism on your s**t you pass off as art
Don’t sit and pick apart the 20 seconds I took to jump off the cart of people and their praise
Off the band-wagon of people and their ‘pretty picture’ haze
So that I have to come back and rephrase
The 3 lines I signed with my name
Just so that people don’t take me personally
But it hurts me to see Page giving advice
With his womanizing device
But he doesn’t realize that his pimp nature will not suffice
Slice, Pop goes the Pagewizard’s pimple
It’s simple
The derogatory terms of crippled
This puddle rippled
Into the Massassi conspiracy
The mass confusion and hype
Elana who can barely type
ObiKwiet’s got dingle berries picking-ripe
He spews more s**t from his mouth than his mother can wipe!
I’m sorry, did I offend you?
To make up for it I’ll send you ******.biz
Because my name is (What?)
My name is (Who?)
My name is (A fricka-fricka) Pugler
And just so you all know
I stole the show when I showed you all
That Christopher Reeves angers me
He was smart to get off of his high horse, but he probably didn’t anticipate the fall
Or all of you all worshiping his every call
This cripple’s throwing a ball
The biggest bash of the last 16 years
Pissing off Brian, Pissing of Blujay, and Pissing of my peers
Feeding off your fears
Of being wrong
And now, here we are at the end of this song
I hope I didn’t take too long
Peace, I’m out, I’m long gone.
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