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The Don Corleone
Join Date: Aug 2005
Posts: 473
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Shit, I'm gonna go crazy with dread. It's going ahead,
I'm gonna lose both my boys, or so the doctor said,
Fuck that, they ain't classified dead so here's to try,
There's a way for this or I'll be left with years to cry,
I'd shed a tear for my little dudes, but it's not over,
Chop them off? I'd rather have them glued to my shoulder,
But the move I'm making is bolder, so I need to chat,
To the two circular things that are stuck in my sack,
I lift them off my crack and cup them both in my palm,
Telling them how I'll always shield them from any harm,
So up lifts my arm as I reach over for the phone,
Tapping keys then I lift and listen to the tone,
Hearing with a moan whilst I get the busy message,
Fuck it, doing it myself will result in the best shit,
To the west bitch! I scream the sentence in a raw ebonic,
Then I move to the corner and feel for some more chronic,
This states demonic, mmm LSD, shit, I don't give a fuckin,
FUCK! I pull up my trousers and tuck my two nuts in,
I'm bustin to keep relationships stable so here goes,
Out the door, making sure to keep clear from weirdos,
I think they hear though as they're looking strange,
But I move out of their lane and stay out of their range,
I feel a change as the pain stabs bad but in exchange,
I'm gonna find out a solution, it's time to arrange.
Walking down the grange I find myself eyeing a spot,
As talking between themselves I see a nurse and a doc,
I feel my sack in shock, this could be the revival!
A real fucking hope that there's a chance for survival,
SHIT! I trip over some fuck that a faggot musta left,
But this is the actual sign, I can feel it in my chest,
I ain't got time to rest so I rush in past the door,
Not caring anymore about the sick, elderly and whores,
The world is yours pops in my mind so I recite it to A and B,
But then these fucks look like they wanna be layin into me,
Yet I ain't crazy g, so I run past the old and feeble,
Up some stairs into a ward 'n then I see the needle,
Mmmmm I need all my power as I eye people around,
They look blankly, maybe I'm making too weak a sound?
I make some ground then I realise I'm in with deaf and blind,
SHIT! They ain't got the balls to rehabillitate mine,
I see a line moving adjacent and I think yes fuck that,
I run up to someone, "I KNOW YOU'VE GOT A GREAT NUTSACK!",
I end up having to bust back and pull down their lowers,
Ripping off underwear and cursing myself for feeling slower,
FINALLY! The needle pierces straight through their scrotum,
They're going to be ok! I guess I never shoulda wrote them,
Off, but I start to cough and my nuts are crying for life,
FUCK! Dear Testicles, sorry, meet your NEW friend, Mr. Knife.
1. Peril Eyes
you find out that you have testicular cancer… Mr. Blue Vein’s two nutty friends have to be removed. Write a goodbye letter to your testicles.
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