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and don't even talk about peter man - peter wets the bed and gets bumped at night by the male nurses

not enough prozac in you beats for that

yo b you think you got it tough and you happenin but you aint quite all that

talk about experiencese? I got my balls hangin in the toilet, cuz my prostates the size of a watermelon

so bit I got a bullit in my ribcage and the nurse I was seen quit givin me my viagra and left me for bernie down the hall whos #@&%! for brains and has a donkey dick

and I can still mesh up the drum machines and them trs 80 things and freestyle better

I'd like to see you survive 5 minutes in my nursing home

this would work if you werent a dam ugly drag queen... cut it off or buy a tshirt

you look like a lemon lollipop

all your songs are associated with gum rehab and a fatal overdose? The bright, wired bounce and the shell-game shuffle of funk beats, snappy Jamaican rhythms and mosh-pit, shout-it-out choruses is the stuff of a band with great promise and the confidence to make good on it and hat would explain the broad, self-deprecating irony in the song title and the few moments of instrumental filler here but not the clattering, upbeat character of much of the music. The cliche here is an appropriate one, this has chilling clarity the soul and craft in what might have the likeness of being slammed into a brick wall of despair. This captures the raw power and battered glory that made us care in the first place. At least, I could laugh about it.

you jumped the shart and nuked the fridge on this one

"Occasional ones" – his term – like Slonimsky's Earbox (1996), with Nagano and the Hallé Orchestra, are frequently tighter and have a lot more force than solidly conventional efforts like this orchestration. Its poems don't seem necessary to the music and I do not find this to be a new and nor very effective recording as it lacks Intricate, well-crafted works like his skin flute concerto, Gnarly Buttons (2006), with Jasper as soloist, and the parodistic are almost too knowing for their own good #@&%! on my puke. The set also has 6 minutes of his second opera, The Death of muppet frog breakthough first, Nixon in BhaghabootieshopppstuffenNonesuch also excerpts his curious and universally panned Broadway-style I Was Looking at the Ceiling with sharply characterized turns; but it's the occasional pieces like this with its joyful parade of textures and styles, which show that this #@&%!s eclecticism isn't such a bad thing after all. Heard together, these works demonstrate a stedady growth in social fluency but not necessarily depth. A glaring exception is gay baritone dog mating with extraordinarily moving performances setting The axe Wound with its inescapable echoes of AIDS.

jingle smells

Who smoked Jesus?

I am so happy I could and did #@&%!! This deserves a grammie. A nice yummy grammy for you to take out on the town and escort and boff around. What they taste like depends. You need a suga momma so you can make man child pee pee diddle dee forevah. You are like the George Clinton of fappasaurus genres.

It is great to see the honkie honk style and you need the Jewfro and the cape. Nice Shart you took on that song. That was a chipotle 2lb shark fest wont it?

I have your picture up in my cell for the next fapp fest. I hope to see you when I get out of prison suckah

keep the doggie style and the butts up

on 2nd listen I hear Marlon Brando getting slowly pumped in the rear
4 stars for that beached whale

I got off the phone with the RIAA and Mary Poppins is suing you for plagarism. She said that these songs are the #@&%! she wouldn't even turn out. You are going to be spanked you evil genius. Barney the purple #@&%!in dinosaur is on his way over to perform the hit on your mp3.

I make a constitution to the amendment that it takes an ass to make an ass

I stuck my honey stick in this song and all I got was ass man. I want my money back you jewish wanna be man. Go get you a man in the marines and be less gay. Thats what Mr. T says too.