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Repcin Maker Feb 2014
I want green tea kit kat
Repcin Maker
Feb 2014
I want green tea kit kat
Not because it is green
Nor it is a kat
Because it is a GREEN TEA KIT KAT
But as I look in the fridge only 1 remained
Yay it's a green tea kit kat
But NO It is the last GREEN TEA KIT KAT
I dunno what to do
Why oh why
Is it overpriced in the Philippines
Where coconuts are all around
But no cheap Green Tea Kit Kat
Someone pls
Give me more Green Tea Kit Kat
Not because it is green
Nor it is a kat
Because it is a GREEN TEA KIT KAT
But as I look in the fridge only 1 remained
Yay it's a green tea kit kat
But NO It is the last GREEN TEA KIT KAT
I dunno what to do
Why oh why
Is it overpriced in the Philippines
Where coconuts are all around
But no cheap Green Tea Kit Kat
Someone pls
Give me more Green Tea Kit Kat
I want Green Tea Kit Kat... the last piece was right beside me as I wrote this...
enjoy life's every moment because you wont know when it will be the last
enjoy life's every moment because you wont know when it will be the last
johnny georgy brown
Mar 2015
pack your bikini
pack your bikini in your old kit bag
and head to the beach
you go with all of your kids and their kids too
and have a lot of fun oh yeah
there is no need to worry
it really ain’t worth while
so pack up your bikini
and head to the beach
pack your bikini in your old kit bag
and head for the beach
you see those old busy bodies light their ***
it’s not a very good sight
there is no need to worrty
the girls and guys are hot
so pack your bikini in your bag oh yeah
to see what your heart is up to now
pack your bikini in your old kit bag
and say to your spouse
you are the best lover that i ever had
i wanna ****** give you a treat
you see i like looking at your legs
they are **** as, i know
so pack your bikini in your old kit bag and smile smile smile
there is no need for a worrying
for it really ain’t my style, no
so pack your bikini in your old kit bag
and let out a very big smile
go to a party and have cocktails ala plenty
and get really drunk and head to the beach
and flash your ****
as we’ve packed our bikinis in our old kit bag
and had a very good time, ooh yeah
pack your bikini in your old kit bag
and head to the beach
you go with all of your kids and their kids too
and have a lot of fun oh yeah
there is no need to worry
it really ain’t worth while
so pack up your bikini
and head to the beach
pack your bikini in your old kit bag
and head for the beach
you see those old busy bodies light their ***
it’s not a very good sight
there is no need to worrty
the girls and guys are hot
so pack your bikini in your bag oh yeah
to see what your heart is up to now
pack your bikini in your old kit bag
and say to your spouse
you are the best lover that i ever had
i wanna ****** give you a treat
you see i like looking at your legs
they are **** as, i know
so pack your bikini in your old kit bag and smile smile smile
there is no need for a worrying
for it really ain’t my style, no
so pack your bikini in your old kit bag
and let out a very big smile
go to a party and have cocktails ala plenty
and get really drunk and head to the beach
and flash your ****
as we’ve packed our bikinis in our old kit bag
and had a very good time, ooh yeah
Tyler Cobain Jul 2014
Stationary Kit
Tyler Cobain
Jul 2014
Sitting in a moon lit field
In my hands, the future I yield
I've got a personal stationary kit
Cross legged I sit
Swallowing stables to repair my inner self
Am I to be martyred?
Sitting in a moon lit field
In my hands, the future I yield
I've got a personal stationary kit
I'm in a panic, my heart's edging its final fit
Cross legged I sit
With a scissors I cut off my rough edges
Am I to be martyred?
Sitting in a moon lit field
In my hands, the future I yield
I've got a personal stationary kit
In my head I feel this is it
Using a ruler to guide my knife
Blood falls like a liquid hour glass ending my life
I can't be who I have to be
My aspirations far outweigh my ability
My motivation is hindered by my stupidity
I'm sick of the annual near life experience
Depression is the zeitgeist of our generation
Correct me if I'm wrong
Sitting in a moon lit field
In my hands, the future I yield
I've got a personal stationary kit
I try to hot clue my memories
The fondest, I fear, aren't even true
I feel like I'm being eaten alive
I'm a lobster in a *** slowly being boiled
My claws are being torn from me
My very soul being soiled
My heart is still beating
My legs are being ripped from my rife carcass
I cry louder than I ever thought possible
Still breathing I am in gross darkness
My eyes feel like they're going to bleed
My tail is ripped from me
I wish I could plea
But I'm just one
I'm just me
Sitting in a moon lit field
In my hands, the future I yield
I've got a personal stationary kit
But I will share
In my hands, the future I yield
I've got a personal stationary kit
Cross legged I sit
Swallowing stables to repair my inner self
Am I to be martyred?
Sitting in a moon lit field
In my hands, the future I yield
I've got a personal stationary kit
I'm in a panic, my heart's edging its final fit
Cross legged I sit
With a scissors I cut off my rough edges
Am I to be martyred?
Sitting in a moon lit field
In my hands, the future I yield
I've got a personal stationary kit
In my head I feel this is it
Using a ruler to guide my knife
Blood falls like a liquid hour glass ending my life
I can't be who I have to be
My aspirations far outweigh my ability
My motivation is hindered by my stupidity
I'm sick of the annual near life experience
Depression is the zeitgeist of our generation
Correct me if I'm wrong
Sitting in a moon lit field
In my hands, the future I yield
I've got a personal stationary kit
I try to hot clue my memories
The fondest, I fear, aren't even true
I feel like I'm being eaten alive
I'm a lobster in a *** slowly being boiled
My claws are being torn from me
My very soul being soiled
My heart is still beating
My legs are being ripped from my rife carcass
I cry louder than I ever thought possible
Still breathing I am in gross darkness
My eyes feel like they're going to bleed
My tail is ripped from me
I wish I could plea
But I'm just one
I'm just me
Sitting in a moon lit field
In my hands, the future I yield
I've got a personal stationary kit
But I will share