Song: "The 12 Worst Days Of Christmas" by, DJ Jarak aka Aperture Star01:37 Jun 12 2011
Times Read: 556
On the first day of Christmas,
that bitch gave to me
a fucking STD.
On the second day of Christmas,
that bitch gave to me
a restraining order,
and a fucking STD.
One the third day of Christmas,
that bitch gave to me
a pounding headache,
a restraining order,
and a fucking STD.
One the fourth day of Christmas,
that bitch gave to me
a kick to the balls,
a pounding headache,
a restraining order,
and a fucking STD.
On the fifth day of Christmas,
that bitch gave to me
a litter of bastard babies,
a kick to the balls,
a pounding headache,
a restraining order,
and a fucking STD.
On the sixth day of Christmas,
that bitch gave to me
another STD,
a litter of bastard babies,
a kick to the balls,
a pounding headache,
a restraining order,
and that first fucking STD.
On the seventh day of Christmas,
that bitch gave to me
a possible case of crabs,
another STD,
a litter of bastard babies,
a kick to the balls,
a pounding headache,
a restraining order,
and that first fucking STD.
On the eighth day of Christmas,
that bitch gave to me
tons of emotional anguish,
a possible case of crabs,
another STD,
a litter of bastard babies,
a kick to the balls,
a pounding headache,
a restraining order,
and that first fucking STD.
On the ninth day of Christmas,
that bitch gave to me
a wish to shoot myself,
tons of emotional anguish,
a possible case of crabs,
another STD,
a litter of bastard babies,
a kick to the balls,
a pounding headache,
a restraining order,
and that first fucking STD.
On the tenth day of Christmas,
that bitch gave to me
a wish to shoot the bitch,
a wish to shoot myself,
tons of emotional anguish,
a possible case of crabs,
another STD,
a litter of bastard babies,
a kick to the balls,
a pounding headache,
a restraining order,
and that first fucking STD.
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
that bitch gave to me
an excuse to buy a gun,
a wish to shoot the bitch,
a wish to shoot myself,
tons of emotional anguish,
a possible case of crabs,
another STD,
a litter of bastard babies,
a kick to the balls,
a pounding headache,
a restraining order,
and that first fucking STD.
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
that bitch gave to me
a murder wrap,
an excuse to buy a gun,
a wish to shoot the bitch,
a wish to shoot myself,
tons of emotional anguish,
a possible case of crabs,
another STD,
a litter of bastard babies,
a kick to the balls,
a pounding headache,
a restraining order,
and that first fucking STD.
Now that Christmas is finally over, I thank God I'm still here... and that fucking bitch is rotting in Hell.
COMMENTS
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Chonrie
20:39 Jun 23 2011
If your wrote this.... you should really consider being a witch. You would be great at spells.
ApertureStar
00:13 Jun 25 2011
As a matter of fact, I am.