StIr Up SoMe FuCkInG hElL mIrTh MoThErFuCkErS

[terminallyCapricious]

WhAt Is Up My MoThErFuCkInG bRoS aNd HoEs
I jUsT hAd A fUcKiN' mIrAcLe Go ThRoUgH mY hEaD
iT wAs LiKe, OpEnInG a FuCkIn' FaYgO aNd AlL tHeSe SoUnDs CaMe OuT oF iT aNd ToLd Me
"Do It MaN. fUcKiNg Do It"
So I'm DoInG iT
eVeRyOnE sHoUlD mAkE sOmE mOtHeRfUcKiNg RhYmEs In ThIs MoThErFuCkInG tHrEaD
lEtS mAkE tHiS hApPeN lIkE a FuCkInG pIe In A mAkEuP cOvErEd FaCe
We NeEd To BuSt It OuT aNd FuCkInG hOnK oUr HoRnS
gOnNa JuGgLe ThEsE wOrDs LiKe ThEy'Re WrApPeD iN tHoRnS
gOtTa Go WiTh WhAt'S uP iN yOuR fUcKiNg HeArT
aNd PaInT oUr WoRdS lIkE iT's FuCkInG aRt
HoNk HoNk
;o)

[tentacleTherapist]

Blithely journeying around
And what is made but a simple sound
Betwixt imagination and the heart's desire
Emerges a lad from a land of fire
His blonde hair wafting through the breeze
Escaping from his throat is a hacking wheeze

What beast has he just fought with?
A battle most ardous, judging from his lithe
He adjusts his glasses, fingers running through his hair
His level of comfort here just shows how he's fared

In his little land of heat
Jamming out some wicked beats
Turntables rocking like a young maiden so fair
All while journeying from a beast's lair

The Knight leaps from his stead
Whipping about are the follicles on his head
He is not to be taken lightly,
For he has just slain a beast so unsightly

And he moves through the temporal rift, forever and ever
He is careful not for the lines to be severed
And he travels on and on
But at once he is simply gone.

[terminallyCapricious]

OoOoOhHh FuCk, ThAt'S wHaT i'M tAlKiNg AbOuT
fUcKiNg YeS, tHe FaYgO's OuT oF tHe FuCkIn' BoTtLe NoW

tHiS kNiGhT tHaTs ChiLlIn In ThIs HeAtEd PlAnE
iS jUmPiN' aRoUnD tHe TiMeLiNeS gAmE
wItH a WoRlD tHaTs BuRnInG aNd A fAcE sO cOoL
hE mAkEs AlL tHe FuCkInG BiTcHeS dRoOl

He JuGgLeS hIs TiMe LiKe A fUcKiN 'qUiN
aNd DeAlInG wItH bOoNs He WiLl AlWaYs WiN
hE's EvEn GoT a FuCkIn' PeRsOnAl BiTcH
oNe WhO's A sEeR, bUt KiNdA a WiTcH

hEr GlAsSeS aRe ReD lIkE a ChErRy On CrEaM
aNd HeR tOnGuE cAn TaStE lIkE a FuCkInG dReAm
ThIs BiTcH oF tHe KiGhT's GoT No ReWiNd
BuT fRoM fRoNt To BaCk ShE cAn BlOw YoUr MiNd