A keresés eredménye

thot

I saw a girl beautiful as a dream
I approached her and I said hi
you se girl I've been sad for days
I have to have you no matter how ugly I am
she rejected me, I wailed in pain
she only said 'you have a shitty car'
I have nothing more than my fiat
you're born only for money and porn
you think I'm joking, yet I'm right
many will take advantage of you and toss you into the Sava river
she stared at me blankly like I told her nothing
she left the impression of a lost case
then suddenly she goes 'take me out'
get lost you thot I don't even have change to spare
I don't have any dough so fuck off
because a whore like you always strives for money
I have no wealth to give you
therefore I will stay alone
 
whether you are ugly or beautiful
I just want my pockets full
 
this sad story happened again
she was starlet even though she was ugly
she asked for golden items only
but she deserved less than a bucket half filled with mud
a liter of perfume and kilograms of foundation
she made out with the biggest idiots for money only
I made her caress my tool
and after all that i gave her 10 cents
she started crying and screaming like a fool
I would have given her 20 if she had spared some coochie
excuse my language
you cant explain this shit easily
I cussed again because i dropped out of school
therefore I don't have enough money for chicks to love me
it doesn't matter if I'm ugly or perhaps hot
maybe even disabled or blind
if I had money they'd be by my side
but I fuck bitches even without cash
 
it doesn't matter how good you are in bed
because if you're rich it's going to be wet anyway
so take everything you have out of your pocket
if its empty, why do you even try...
 
all they ask for is a good car
I wouldn't give them shit
only loads of money turn them on
because when they see that they take everything off
they do good busyness, especially during the summer
when they have to jump on a plane to travel around
to a bunch of islands in Spain or in Greece,
wherever the pussy can splash around
Mercedes and BMW are are their biggest priority
when they see that their kitty becomes moist
even bitches from Štajga* have more honor
because they sell out for half the price
what the hell will our city come to
they walk around naked because its their job
they go out only to exclusive places
the bourgeoisie is their most frequent clientele
until they get beat up and discover who they are
its too late because they're already out the balcony
those who do it like that are few
because to make a thot wiser is not an easy task
 

Justin Biebers

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Ajs Nigrutin:
Come over here a bit so I can pepper it
Now don't you laugh, because we're Justin Biebers
Pancev's are good to us, good delivery
And we're as pretty as Justin Bieber
 
We have a body just like pepper
and we're just as sexy as Justin Bieber
and that sexy we go for the plastic
The ladies hit on us like we're Justin
(Damn, you're so fine, I'd love to go poop in your nose)
We never took a dump inside a nose
Greetings for Miljusa, and greetings for Gasu
I remember that one time, when I took a dump in a bidet
My shit was a lovely as Justin Bieber
I called some ladies over to kiss it
and called photographers and newspapers to cover it
 
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Skaj Vikler:
Dear diary, did you see it
My pal sang that we're Justin Biebers
And he goes door to door taking a shit on people's bidets
And the reporters call to show that on the news
He poured out Justin from bronze and from brass
I think that it might be a symptom of acid
The currency that he had on his card is being wasted
on just one day out and dancing in Plastic
Greetings to Miljusa, greetings to Gosu
But nobody alive knows who those people are
He made his hair just like Bieber
and then the ladies call him to shit in his nose
He constantly checks his profile on MySpace
And Justin's pictures are on every profile
And the picture of his shit that looks like Bieber
And afterwards he calls his followers to kiss that shit
 
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Timbe:
Because of the last name Timberlake, they call me Timbe
And truly I have no clue who's that Bieber
I enter my car, leaving as soon as it starts up
To see who's that who stole my identity
I take on the Plastic and I say where are you pussies
I look for him at the clubs, but he's nowhere to be found
I questioned myself a little and I figured out from the story
that he's actually shit and that his followers kiss that
Until now nothing at all made sense
I looked into things further and I discovered something shocking
That all the stories told in certainty aren't true
That some kind of ghost sang all that
From the other side I heard that its still not even that
That behind the plot stand Miljus and Gosa
I asked about them, but nobody knows who they are
In their flavor I discovered a nose
with shit inside it, that's what became Bieber
I took a picture, sent it to the newspapers
I'm asking for one million euros and a helicopter
or else little Bieber will pay a visit to the grave
 
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