If ignorance is bliss I’d rather know and be pissed/ sun’s up, thumb’s up, puff blunts, and eat shit/ then breathe in, buck up, fuck sluts, and leave quick/ believe it, sums up, gums shut, I’m bleedin/ this little sluts thin, so she begs that I stuff it in her butt quick, whats for lunch then/ shes buggin bout me munchin her muffin, aint that somethin/ so im cuttin that sluts clit while hitting my nuts with bricks/ plus this shit I’m humpin plumps gettin blumpkins off robotussin/ it’s nothin for me to go public, shout out some dumb shit, about how I be buzzin/ hey everybody look at me, look back please, addiction to attention said matter-of-factly/ fuck a nun and tell that cunt my dicks planking, then grafitti her titties like my name’s banksy/ I’m only happy, when the girls in my backseat/ aren’t laughing instead theyre daffy duck taped, butt raped and dead off 8 zannys.
I’m in the vatican trading blows with the pope/ with a nose full of coke, doper than an overdose/ with my hands around his throat uhoh, is he choking? no/ he’s half way to an orgasm, doc says he’s got back spasms/ so I grabbed the cutlery and sliced his ass from chin to dick/ don’t you start screaming, is joel gonna have to fucking skin a bitch/ I hope not cause I rather just smoke pot/ sit back and get blow jobs from those girls that throat jog/ me and mila kunis I’m her jesus she’s my judas/ do whatever pleases her till i go and get my feelings hurt/ give her nipples freezer burn, crips and cripples can get a turn/ all ruthless half toothless, removin students who knew this/ I’m a blanco monster givin less fucks then tonka trucks/ got an arm with a tattoo and an arm full of bad luck/ I guess I gotta make a couple bucks so, all the little slut hoes/ follow and swallow my mayonaise while I roll
awesome as a two headed lion with lasers/ dope as fuck off angels dust fuckin shakin off tasers/ fuck a bronco i drive blazers when i flee from baconators/ may i interrupt yes i admit it i fucking baked and raped her/ girls dont wanna fuck me cause of the shit i post on my blog/ but if this shit ever popped bet a million theyd be on my balls/ sending me texts repeatedly asking why the fuck dont i call/ but that shitll never happen cause my chance to win is thin as dry wall/ i rolled up 2 gumbys and 3 with dr suess and ham/ 4 to make you hungry and 2 while you watch the ceiling fan/ dont make fuckin assumptions of the green substance im in love with/ by the way that was a bakers dozen of blunts meant for fuckin puffin/ i hate institutions love synthetic illusions/ hate contsitutions admit to hypocritical delusions/ i lack social skills plus a fucked up superiority complex/ that consists of a motionless future sorority in a prom dress/
I fucking love my cat Peaches, she just yawned while sleeping on my chest which was one of the cutest things ever. If you have a problem with this, I have a curb with your smile’s name on it, if you think I’m gay for loving my cat, then lets pull out the eye-wittness pussy testimony on how gay I am.
I hate them and the fact that I share my town with them, and I also just fucking hate Ocala.
Actuality x -joel, Chris
“houston we have a problem fuck my happiness and health/ religion is fiction but did i mention I’ve seen hell/ the skeletons are built up in my closet yum I love the smell/ I hope my friends dont think I’m joking when I say I need help.”