Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Because I can
by Anonymous at 3:15 PM
If I...wanna take a guy...home with me tonight...
It's none of your business
And she...wanna be a freak and sell it on the weekend...
It's none of your business
Now you...shouldn't even get into who I'm givin' skins to...
It's none of your business
So don't...try to change my mind...I'll tell you one more time...
It's none of your business
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Truer words were never spoken.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
I hear you Riskay
by Anonymous at 9:45 AM
Every time I hear that song by Riskay (okay, I've heard it maybe twice), I can't help but think that she's singing to me. It's just a song that hits home, ya know?
Why you comin' home, at five in the morn, something's goin' on, can I smell yo dick? Don't play me like a fool, 'cause that ain't cool. So what you need to do is let me smell YO dick. It's 4 o' clock and I'm sleepin', it's late night and you creepin', you coulda' told me "I'm leavin'", now I know you're out there cheatin'. Why you comin' home, at five in the morn, something's goin' on, can I smell yo dick? Don't play me like a fool, 'cause that ain't cool. So what you need to do is let me smell YO dick.
Tell me those words don't resonate with you. You're lying. They do. I know when I creep, Jill will be waitin' up for me and she'll be all "Fool, come over here and let me smell yo dick" and I'll be all like "bitch don't be frontin'" and she'll be all "whatevah" and I'll be all "go back to sleep". And back and forth we go.
So thank you Riskay for writing my song.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Lyrics to ruin the day with (and prepositions to end my sentences with)
by Anonymous at 4:01 PM
You're way too beautiful girl, that's why it'll never work.
You'll have me suicidal, suicidal, when you say it's over.
It was back in '99, watchin' movies all the time.
Oh when I went away for doin' my first crime.
And I never thought that we was gonna see each other (see each other).
And then I came out, Mommy moved me down south.
Oh I'm with my girl who I thought was my world.
It came out to be that she wasn't the girl for me (girl for me).
You're way too beautiful girl, that's why it'll never work.
You'll have me suicidal, suicidal, when you say it's over.
