GUYS ABSOLUTELY NO PISS
STOLEN FROM MAGAZINE CALLD "THE NEW YORKEST" OR SOMETHING:
NO PISS
xcept i pissd on the photo mb
ps proxy r u sure u didnt rite this?!?!?
[From a rap set to the tune of Coolio’s “Gangsta’s Paradise” broadcast last April in Iraq by Radio Tikrit, a station believed to be backed by the CIA. A Saddam Hussein impersonator performs most of the song in English with occasional Arabic interludes.]
If you don’t like me, I kill you.
I am Saddam. I don’t have a bomb.
I am not a soldier. I work at a farm.
Bish wanna kick me, I don’t know why.
And if I call him, he does me goodbye.
Smoking weed and getting high.
I know the devil is by my side.
My days are finished and I will die.
All I need is chili fries.
Why is that one not dancing? Come on, dance.
I’ll remove your eye and the eye of the one who gave birth to you.
I am so dirty, I am so bad.
Stop killing Iraqis. That make me sad.
I am big daddy, this is my game.
I don’t have feelings. I don’t have shame.
Forty-eight hours left, Bush said.
All my troops left me and fled.
Now I am sitting by myself.
My ass is shaking. I am going to hell.
Where is the music? May God curse you.
I am for adoption. Anybody wanna adopt me?
Shake it. Shake. Please. I love you.
Everybody in the house say you hate me.
We hate you.
Everybody in the house. What’s up? What’s up?
What’s going around here?
Everybody in the house say “We hate you.”
We hate you.
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