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    dots Submission Name: My hands are talking againdots
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    Author: Hiruetske
    Elite Ratio:    2.69 - 10/16/8
    Words: 288
    Class/Type: Lyrics/Misc
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    Description:
       I admit I took a bunch of lines from places but at least I mixed it up a whole lot. The rythm might be hard to follow because of the length of each sentence, but it's basically just a constant beat.


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    dotsMy hands are talking againdots
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    Jack and Jill went up the hill one day to have a little fun. But stupid Jill forgot her pill and now they have a little son. The boy, Dakota, Minesota, fucked his little sister twice. He got real lucky in Kentucky, wound up with three wives.
    Well, on there aniversary, Jill gave her Jack a little head. His top she hopped, he let one pop, and still they never used a bed.
    Well, that poor Jill shot down a hill, she hit a stump, her dime-ass bled on humpty dumpty, made him fell, blew up, and sent them all to hell---*breath*---
    Mommy told the doctor she was hurting in the middle. So doc thought he'd try to help her feel good, but he's just too little. Used to have a little monkey living off of ginger bread. Sent him to the city and the next thing I knew he was dead.
    He got off the boat in IU, spun around and monkey kicked the frog. The frog didn't know what to do so monkey picked it up and started --- *breath* ---
    It really doesn't matter just how much you jump and dance. Try as you might, you take a piss, the last two drops will hit your leg.
    Well I don't give a mother fuck. I know the last one didn't rhyme. I'm outty 5000, gonna take a trip for one last time---
    ~~Last trip with Mary Jane. One more time to kill the pain. Lay me down and stick it in 'cause I'm wondering where I should begin. Last trip with Mary Jane. One more time to kill the pain. Lay me down and stick it in 'cause I'm wondering where I should begin.~~




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      This was a bit hard to follow in places, but I understod most. Good job, I liked it. Depressing, realism, everything, great. Not your best, but good work.
    | Posted on 2008-03-31 00:00:00 | by Aangskate | [ Reply to This ]


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