Capt. DooDah
04-14-2007, 12:04 PM
Prayer Of The Forsaken
Please dear God Gimme just one shot,
To fuck a real lady's twat.
It's the only thought I've thought a whole lot.
The one thing I pray, the one thing I plot,
It's the one single prayer and single thought I've Got.
One single prayer, One single thought,
One single shot to fuck a real lady's twat.
I beg of you God, ain't ya got a soft spot?
Can't ya gimme one thing, outta the shitloads you got.
For fame and for fortune I'm asking you not.
For a big fucking castle? A fucking fast car that's hot?
Do I ask you for this shit? I don't ask you for squat!
Just one Goddam shot. Just one single shot.
Just one single fuck up one single twat.
(And if it isn't much trouble. maybe, maybe not)
When Mom's not home. cuz I don't wanna get caught.
C'mon You're God, it's not like you're put in a spot.
I know you that know how I've thought hard this thought.
So hard that I've thought that my brain shoulda clot.
And I thank you hasn't, and that won't be forgot.
But I'd rather be thankful for shooting that shot,
Thankful for gunning me down some live twat.
God do you think what it takes to shoot I ain't got?
That a shot spent on me, wadda waste of good twat?
Like an olympian athlete I've been training a lot,
I've got all kinds of practiced on this doll that I bought,
With my lungs and some tongue, I blow life up that twat.
Then I fuck her sweet face til wadda a fat boy I got.
And not once has she fought off my shot in her twat,
Her hands duct taped together, well I guess she could not.
Day and night, night and day like the sultan of swat,
I've been pounding Ms. Pinky, til she's not looking so hot.
She's kinda wore out and leaking, and her valve's kinda rot.
Was gonna plug her and fix her but I kinda forgot.
So dead flat gone her titties you could tie a square knot.
Her plastic ass is so tore up it could moor a large yacht.
All that time all that dancing the plastic twat turkey trot.
All that loving some plasticine whore gone to pot,
What have I got showing for all that sheep rot?
Not a piss, not a pot, not a lot, is all that I got.
Just the dead airless memories and a flat coin slot twat.
Maybe half an inch closer to the real twat shot i've sought?
Fuck no! Fuck me! Fuck you! Fucking-A I am not!
So please, sweet dear, God give it just one more thought.
Please gimme one shot to fuck a real lady's twat.
Please dear God Gimme just one shot,
To fuck a real lady's twat.
It's the only thought I've thought a whole lot.
The one thing I pray, the one thing I plot,
It's the one single prayer and single thought I've Got.
One single prayer, One single thought,
One single shot to fuck a real lady's twat.
I beg of you God, ain't ya got a soft spot?
Can't ya gimme one thing, outta the shitloads you got.
For fame and for fortune I'm asking you not.
For a big fucking castle? A fucking fast car that's hot?
Do I ask you for this shit? I don't ask you for squat!
Just one Goddam shot. Just one single shot.
Just one single fuck up one single twat.
(And if it isn't much trouble. maybe, maybe not)
When Mom's not home. cuz I don't wanna get caught.
C'mon You're God, it's not like you're put in a spot.
I know you that know how I've thought hard this thought.
So hard that I've thought that my brain shoulda clot.
And I thank you hasn't, and that won't be forgot.
But I'd rather be thankful for shooting that shot,
Thankful for gunning me down some live twat.
God do you think what it takes to shoot I ain't got?
That a shot spent on me, wadda waste of good twat?
Like an olympian athlete I've been training a lot,
I've got all kinds of practiced on this doll that I bought,
With my lungs and some tongue, I blow life up that twat.
Then I fuck her sweet face til wadda a fat boy I got.
And not once has she fought off my shot in her twat,
Her hands duct taped together, well I guess she could not.
Day and night, night and day like the sultan of swat,
I've been pounding Ms. Pinky, til she's not looking so hot.
She's kinda wore out and leaking, and her valve's kinda rot.
Was gonna plug her and fix her but I kinda forgot.
So dead flat gone her titties you could tie a square knot.
Her plastic ass is so tore up it could moor a large yacht.
All that time all that dancing the plastic twat turkey trot.
All that loving some plasticine whore gone to pot,
What have I got showing for all that sheep rot?
Not a piss, not a pot, not a lot, is all that I got.
Just the dead airless memories and a flat coin slot twat.
Maybe half an inch closer to the real twat shot i've sought?
Fuck no! Fuck me! Fuck you! Fucking-A I am not!
So please, sweet dear, God give it just one more thought.
Please gimme one shot to fuck a real lady's twat.