Final Boss!!!
Age 28, Male
Manrod
Airbrush
Joined on 4/19/06
- Rank:
- Sergeant
- Global Rank:
- 1,610
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- 1,800
- Saves:
- 3,655
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- 24%
- Whistle:
- Gold
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- 1
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- 1,689
- Supporter:
- 4y 3m 28d
- Gear:
- 50
Comments
dude.... this is... hard core.....pretty intense... you might get me into slayer LOL
Damn a modern Beavis & Butthead duo perhaps? Remarkable!!
hahaha that would be wild. UNFORTUNATELY I am probably more like Daria. OH who the fuck am I kidding she was much more socially apt than I, Beavis and Butthead it is !!
i love you
thank you so much i needed that
misterTeG
Eddle is king, Ave Satanas telegram it had a devilish ring
Dark art jewelry, pure tomfoolery, Tom Tom GPS to sessions with a Judas Priest
Robert Halford half afforded hoarded gourds, Goro's four arms fisting chicks with no charm
Plick plick pleek plonk, the sounds of sow chores
My piggy duties including me tattooing Deuteronomy on doored cars
Carbon dated carcass with an overrated hard dick, this phallus gets a solid five doses of most chode licks
Mister Owl, how many licks to the Robber Barons shift? He clocked in past six with several meddling kids
They whipped it here in Mystery Vans with Devo and his beddy pans, the cream sat too long in her thong made of nettle Xans
Is this word salad? No it's bullshit pepperonis, I tend to consequently roast a Roman Catholic bologna
Below me lies a red skinned Mister with intentions, but not TeG, his name is pioneer of sin inventions
That whisper in your ear? It's him, guzzling your force of life
Feeds your with socialist lies and loathes you more than him or I
Self hatred was once painted, then suicide was sketched
Then Nickelodeon ran the pilot into twinned tower heads
Inside organs is accordions in accordance with self guidelines, only playing notes that we have written on our downtime
Town line, city limits, shitting on a kitty's mittens
Feline defecation on the textures that have risen
Zeen and Caislin at it, once labeled Baddict, Head Chief combined with fiend, they blend their magic
Depressed Gynecologists be calling this a hauling, of blues beats and navy skeet, our hands have angels falling
Son of mourning, male offspring of sympathy, simply I need you to lose these bars in hidden Benzo trees
Zenith's had enough, now it's off to schizophrenic leagues, so I can hear the voices make home runs with Barry Bonds religious schemes
Boss
Someone call the ref, hugh just died but nikkey I just found the new HEF
someone call mos we found someone who is mostly more DEF,
tell ninja he's not as ZEF, i'm sorry, this half of Baddict just killed the game one million likes,
on Pinterest, I digress, I chalk it up to the fact that he sucks the goddessessess's breasts
and if she says it damage her political career then he doth not profess or confess
Yo dude we were on acid in the 90s in a parking lot and a hawk ate that kitty kat
we watched gummo on VHS, we wrote rick and morty sold it to justin roilan for an adult swim hat
made of gold chumkets, I got more phones for drug deals than kat in cheet by anna davis has
for sex with U K brats, I check the lucy that i popped in my crocket, im magnificent
a magnificent bastard who woke up 35 minutes prior to this spittin' sesh
but like from ethereal realms, we cheerily swell our members for the baddest groupies
opening tours for grand nubian, the hype and sheer amount of prepositions tacked on top
underneath and around each other doos u in like scooby doos friends into the van that stops
verb release tightens drops recoups, bran flake double scoops some titties like guy falkes
miss spelling kim jong uno i got one card left for the most definitely represent,
get my dick stuck in a chicks butt crack again, at college baseball practice with acid heads
watching because i manifest them with a strange inner intelligence
if they do not keep children safe i will then torment and mutilate them,, suffocate them
by wrapping their necks in penelopes tits, martin lawrence doug stanhope aiming
a giant monkey laser at the version of earth from the multiverse, which is wack
Yo when Baddict rise again we cop a dope producer, then throw perscript in the cooler
Caislin got the blunt ashin' in a chicks giant nipple Zenith has the money makin' satellite scooners
detach, from orbit and become mechanized robots that appear in the air for our shows
just to spook ya, or maybe you imagined it tripping in the crowd because i said it, but who knows