Watchin all my homies,

rollin down the street,

suckin on a fat blunt,

beatin on my meat.

Lets all hold handss,

and take a pooop,

cuz weeve been stuck here on the pot for way to loooong,

lets all hold hands,

and take that final poop that haunts us whilst we sleep,

woah,

I simply cant imagine pooping without poooooooop!

come all ye young sailors and listen to me!

ill sing you a song of the fish in the sea!

and blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow!

we’re bound to the south’ard so steady she goes!!

SHaNAYNaY! waka waka waka, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

that wee gets his own line, because he is special

Once there was a man from peru,

Who was dreaming of eating his shoe,

He woke with a fright,

In the middle of the night,

To find that his dream had come true.

Ice Cream Ice Cream

Oh how i love Ice cream.

I take my spoon

and smile like a bafoon.

I dip my spoon in,

letting the fun begin.

I swallow the sweet ice

making me feel so nice.

I dip the spoon another time,

eating like i commited a crime.

I eat silently, going faster and faster,

leaving the area around me an ice cream disaester!

Ice cream on my lips and all over my face…

eating ice cream like it was a race.

The cold solid touching my toungue,

I worry about my arteries; Thank god i’m young!

I should stop eating for god’s sake!

Thats when i started getting a headache.

My head felt as it was about to explode,

oh boy was that ice cream cold.

I rushed to the cabinet to get some tylenol

i felt like i was about to fall.

I took the medicine and felts better,

although my face was a lot redder.

My headache was really bad,

it was getting me mad.

My sister snook in to take a peek,

she let out a small yell: “Eeek!”

I kicked the carton of ice cream,

and it hit her in the face; she screamed.

Ice Cream Ice Cream

Oh how I hate Ice Cream.

My Belly Button is in a pop-out way.

I can sit there and look at it all day!

It’s big and full of grey lint..

that stuffs pretty good, it takes like mint.

If I squeeze my belly, it looks like a butt….

I showed it to my brothers…they kneed me in the gut…

I had pain for like the next 7 days

they bruised my belly button, the doctor says…

The doc put bandages over my belly

an he put cream that was really smelly…

My belly button was fine in a week

while my brothers kept calling me a geek

they said with the bandages I looked like a mummy

but they didn’t notice they were removed, what dummies…

So now I have my belly button back

and now I have lint for a snack!

If I had 3 wishes

It’d be superb-o-licious!

I’d wish for a car

that would bring me near and far.

Until it ran out of gas

that’d be a pain in the ass…

But I could fart in the gas tank

which would make it STANK

but it would run

like a bullet from a gun!

I’d wish for a door

just like the one at the dollar store.

I could slam into the door

and then do it more and more!

I could ram my head at a 100 miles an hour

but don’t worry about the door: it only cost a dollar…

My last wish would be

the wish that left me with glee…

I would wish for the best thing of all

and nothing you could buy at the mall…

my last and final wish would be…

that I could wish for more wishes: exactly 3!