Stop Wasting My Time

[God's Afro]

Life just doesn't like me
it's not even my fault
Life won't let me be

I'll never find peace
No matter where I go
Even though I like cheese
Life just won't let me be

So there's only one thing I can do
Give back as good as I get
HAve my heart turn blue
And kill all of your pets

To Satan I'll sell my soul
Nobody better mess with me
Your blood will be put in a bowl
And it'll only feed me

Evil's what I shall be
Because life really hates me
I've never found any peace
So you'll go to hell with me

 

[The Dork Lord]

To Satan I'll sell my soul
Nobody better mess with me
Your blood will be put in a bowl
And it'll only feed me

Are you fucking 12?

Stop writing in rhyme, and maybe you'll come up with something that doesn't make me want to rip my eyes out and throw them at you.

 

[God's Afro]

Oh just wear an Afro buddy.

 

[jack]

Wearing an afro
would require to me to grow hair
in
a
place
where hair hasn't grown
in ages.

 

[The Dork Lord]

Delilah comes
in your sleep
with the razor
to steal your
funky disco
soul away

Never trust
a woman
or your hair
they will leave
you sobbing
like a child
in due time

 

[jack]

The baby screams
in the tiled, sterile room
strapped
spread open.
Demon Moher
sucks his tiny penis
as the blood gushes from the wound.
A seminal event.

 

[The Dork Lord]

Laugh
out
loud
because
this
thread
iz
phunee!