itchy mcgoo wrote:

kerble wrote:same place i took your mom.


the Sizzler.

Kerbs, you haven't brought anyone the "Sizzle" since your hip-hope days.

unlike yo momma, who spreads sizzling sores in hobo camps all over town.

please refer to the first verse
the worst curse, the herp sores
they burst first, and spurt spores
when your mom and the 'work force'
are earning more 'manpower' overtime
than an undertaker's hearse, Durst.

at the sizzler, besides:

when it's nothing but
speedos in stout thighs
cheetos and pork-rinds
burritos with slaw sides
as tall as she is wide
all beef and curly fries

and it comes down to
oaxacan and grub
vockins and scrub
maracas of chub:
your mama's jug juggs

you finally realize that Mammi's Vice
is that she's both "Crockett" and "Tubbs".

kerble wrote:please refer to the first verse
the worst curse, the herp sores
they burst first, and spurt spores
when your mom and the 'work force'
are earning more 'manpower' overtime
than an undertaker's hearse, Durst.

Yo mom's gots mo bumps on her 'gina
Than they gots grains of rice in China
From the belly down, all she is is warts
Which she spreadin' to the world
With her humptastic sports
Build a ladder to her bladder
On the backs of the dozens she aborts
Suckin' down the penicillin in quarts,
Makin the penis ill in all the ports
Just to get mo' that crap she snorts.
When what da ho really needs is
Salve for her warts.



p.s. your mom is promiscuous.

three double wide trailers lined up in a row
take your mammy jammy to come see my show
they pull round back and unload from her crack:
a piano, a spotlight and a 24-track
we use her as a stage when we set on up
She gives us her bra: a dodecatuple-D-Cup
we hoist it up behind us stretchin' wide and long
and project 'footage' of yo' mama while we play our songs

When we fucking your mom, don't let nothin' detract us

Took a roadie to Tucson so she could fuck all the cactus

She did Nikki Sixx and the whole motley crue

Took her to Sea World and she humped back Shamu

Bitch let Henry Kissinger put his jiss-in-her

Layin' out the gash for the strobe tuners at Sam Ash

Flip the cow on her back for some corned beef hash

Invite old Gussie to yr next kraka bash.

Jung & Kerble, yo moms are crusty whores,
Running the Planned Parenthood budget down to the floors.
So busy stemming the rose
They forget they offending my nose
From 1000 miles from town
Their sour flowers
Bring a frown to the clown.
Not just the Insane Posse,
They humping the chumps all high at DeGrassi.
Run out of dicks to gobble,
They turn to old waxed Lenin,
Humped so many bums,
They lost count at Marsh McLennan.

The following takes place between 8 pm and 9 pm.

Kerbizzle,

What this thread needs is van Pelt
spinning like a fan belt
Don't worry about your mom -
worry about how her man felt
She made her underpants melt
because of how bad her 'tang smelt,
But I had to play poke 'er
when I saw how the hand's dealt -
I put the Febreze between her knees
and said please give it a squeeze
I could tell she had gout of the dugout, (no doubt)
she gave a pout and began to wave her hand to air it out
I gritted my teeth as I approached the beef your mother fanned
but she bequeathed me a queef like my name was Keifer Sutherland!

So my question to you is: Why did your mom play me like that? I still don't understand it.

Yours in Christ,
Sir Rix-a-Lot

steve wrote:Time be tick-tockin'

Time be tick-tockin'
Grif' be Matlockin'



note: Grif' = Andy Griffith

Kerble's and Itchy's moms were stone double-teamin'
My man Brett Eugene--they wanted his semen
So they gobbled de goop, the volume of creamin'
Like a whole can of Redi-Whip; they thought they was dreamin'
Then BER brought the whole football team in
Middle-aged men he'd played ball in school with
Missus Kerble and Itchy also wanted their Cool Whip
We was all gettin' blown up like only a soldier can
Moms opened they mouths 'bout as wide as a Folger's can
They took us 'round the world, all the way to Uzbekistan
And said, "No one pumps clumps like BER's testes can."

And Itchy M.C. Goo:

You like to talk about diseases
But your mom does what she pleases
And now the CDC has got to quarantine her feces
She tried to pray to Jesus,
but from these men's releases
she got lesions on her lesions
and her scabs peel like Chiquitas
More Toxic than Britney
and more Poison than BBD
The gonorrhea hit me
just from being near her BVDs.
Sometimes I use Trojan or Durex to protect me,
but when it comes to Mrs. McGoo, I have to choose from Glad and Hefty.

So, yeah. I was thinking she should probably have that checked out by a doctor.
ETA: I wish I'd known about it before I boot-knocked her.