| Wednesday, January 21, 2009 |
If you've played with me, you shall see; That I will own you now np. I don't use Godstrength, only Cleave; I'll keep on pwning till you leave. All I get are Gems of Sight, I bring no items to the fight. I just put on stats all game, if not, I'll kill you just the same. I buy mass boots and run like hell, to your direction as I smell, the courage fleeing from your heart, or maybe that's a fearful fart. I use Pudge, I have no hook; Flesh Heap, Stats, is on my book. I kill you with my rotting fat, and then I'll rape you, just like that. I kill you more than you can count, You'll have no time to make a sound, And as you head back into Hell, I'll have another soul to sell. And you may wonder why I own, A godly-god of flesh and bone, I learned this from my home, you see, A humble place they call DP. |
| Reality CS ;) has scribbled 8:03 PM |
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