1.Valentine Door
'Yo, I got no sense of rhythm.'
How bad of a person must you be？
You mustn't be that bad, not as bad as me.
I betray, and leave no one a say,
Manipulate others and mold them like clay,
I don't belong where I once fit.
When will my world collapse？
I'd strangle myself with a peach pit
For a world not filled with enemies but chaps.
Depression hits faster than a sound-speeding train
Except with depression, you feel the pain.
This is the plight of a mind distressed
I get no peace of mind, only physical rest.
＜ Chorus ＞
'Now, to entertain,
Has entered brain.
Valentine Door looks like Demi Moore. (hot!)
I like to eat ice cream on the beach,
On the shore
But it's out of reach, Valentine Door.'
＜ Chorus ＞
I saw a one three three seven line dash line
Forward slash dash backslash greater than less than
Greater than less than zero line two
TEH 1337 ｜｜-｜｜／-＞
I'll smack your ass down like my sign is a Taurus
Wait, it already is. Run you over with a tour bus.
Yeah you're pretty cool but I just don't care
You could be in my pants
Doing a dance
On my pubic hair
I bet you feeling pretty shitty
Like how The Rock felt when it came out that he plays DnD
You want to be crazy, just go insane？
'Here, let's blow up three of these cans of propane.'
I got dick, and a quim,
Both genders in one skin.
This is what God gave me：
A thing to be sucked, a thing to be fucked.
I don't know why,
Maybe He just--
'Has a SICK mother fucking sense of humor.'
＜ Chorus ＞
When shopping for tricycles, the price triples,
And it tickles your pickle when you spend just a nickel,
So you're having orgasms when you blow 200 bucks
Like you bought whores with them that are giving forty fucks.
And you accidentally bout your boy a
Barbie doll, now he's a fan of Goya
Walking down the hall
Dressed up in a dress and wearing mommy's bra
And on the see-saw he sits on the handle
So he gets a little nudge in his grendel.
And he'll send for
Pamphlets that'll come in the mail
'We'll turn you to a fe from just a worthless male
We'll rip off what you got
And paste something new on top
It costs 200 dollars today
(And keep in mind, we're transgender, not gay)'
And still semen soaks your pants
As you give your son (no wait, your daughter) some finance.
And now the tricycle must be pained pink
Because your little boy no longer has his little dink
And you sit at home cry and you drink another drink
As you watch him menstruating into the kitchen sink.
＜ Chorus ＞
2.Some Trials
In this song I'll explain to you
Some of the trials that I've been through.
You may not really care at all,
So I won't inform you of them all.
There have been some trials
In my life
That made me think vile
('My eight month old son wouldn't do that!' Oh! Shut up!)
Things about someone's wife.
There have been some quarrels
I've been through
That have made me want to throw
(Hey, no, I called first Base)
Hard objects at you.
There have been some struggles
In my time
That have made me step way,
(Hey, you know what？ Fuck you! And I don't give a fuck what you
think about me either.)
Way out of line.
There have been some things
People put on me
(Okay, so now masturbate with the ground-up cockroach guts, then
chop your dick up and fill the condom with it)
That have made me dream
About things really disgusting.
I'll Find the fault falls freely
Flying forwards fantastically
Breaking boundary's bullwark
Buffeting bindings bombastically.
Lacerating a lengthy landmark
And crucifying cowardly catastrophes.
There have been some times
I beleive
That everyone
(No, He doesn't have a moustache!)
Is out to get me
There have been occurances
That could
Have made my think
(Fourteen times today man, fourteen times!)
That they really should.
There have been some labors
That have have passed
Where I was jealous
(God damnit! Stop upstaging everyone! I hate you so much! God!)
Of someone else's skilled craft
There have been experiments
In the past
Where through maliciousness
(Yeah, so I think we should break up because, um, I only date
girls.)
I was given the shaft
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