That Frickin son of a bitch must be stuck-up like some,
Hoy-tee-Toy-tee fuckin rum soaked ass wipe.
I've been waiting for fuckin days for this Frickin bastard,
But not a fuckin word.
We know he's alive, he speaks on the other web site.
So as far as I can tell,
He hates us fucks on the effinheimer site.
I say, FUCK HIM with his nose so far in the air,
He can smell the worlds collective asses...
Fuck--Fuck--Fuck
