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Mocking Our Favorite Bands

This page is like this title says about making fun of our favorite bands. It's like wach'you do with friends that you've known since sixth or seventh grade. You mock them and ..stuff. Well nevermind you get the point.   < :~l 

this is so much funnier (hey, go rape your neighbor's dog. i don't care if that's not a word) with freak on a leash playing while you're reading through it. so here, i'll give you a minute to go an find your [possibly burned] copy of  follow the leader.- - - - - ok? got the meadia player runnning yet on #14?- - - good.

ok here ya go.

"Masuse on a Leash"

someone is massaging me

someone costly and never free

everytime i have back pains

someone comes and rubs it away, away

 

stress gotta always be chasing me

can you chill and let me go pee?

cause this massage puts me at such ease

-wait- that's ok, i just went anyway, anyway

 

pre: soemtimes he starts to rub my rear

sometimes i think that guy's a queer

sometimes it gives my pants a raise

but you'll never see me run that way

 

chorus: someone is massaging me

too bad this is not for free

a cheap masuse for me to pay

someone is massaging me

 

feeling like i have a masuse on a leash

cause it drains me of all my money

how much is this going to cost me?

at least my girlfriend does it for free, for free

Pre.

2nd chorus:

Someone is massaging me

this lotion smells like strawberry

does this come in peach and creme?

someone is massaging me

("oo-ah!" gibberish)

Oh!

{rub! -mjvkcsnv jreogm; jgra- rub! some people rub!}

(1st)chorus

messaging me, messaging me, messaging me...

 

made fun of by: erica crady and ashley moss

"Each day I can feel it swallow - inside something took from me. I dont' wanna feel your deatly ways. Each day I feel so hollow - inside always beating me." -Jon Davis, korn