Peppercuts Always Hurt the Most
Plugson
For those that like their condiments hot: A Salt’n’Peppercut & Paste mashup:
Click image to hear the Mariachi Pepper rip it up: “Soy un perdedor!”
(or just go here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOIjM_Koh9k )
In the time of chimpanzees I was a surrender monkey
Butane in my veins and I’m out to cut the junkie.
And so it goes:
“Chucky got with Maher
And Maher got Cleese.
He was sharing Maher’s outlook
On the topic of retreat
Miley had a facial scar
And Aingleis was a fascist
They were all in love with dyin'
They were doing it for Xmas.
Temu played commando
Like a kid up in the rank.
When he lost his leg in the Mex
He was dancing with a tank.
They were all in love with dyin’
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain.
I don't mind the ‘son sometimes,
The images he shows.
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes.
Cinnamon and lemony
And softly spoken lies.
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes.
Some will die in hot pursuit
In fiery border clashes.
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through our ashes.
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain.
Another Miley took a rifle
While arguing in traffic.
Nea died a natural death
He caught a nasty virus.
Then there was the ever-present
Forum player rapist.
They were all in love with whinin’
They were doing it for Xmas.
I don't mind the ‘son sometimes,
The images he shows.
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes.
Cinnamon and lemony
And softly spoken lies.
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes.
Rylde caught a bullet
But it only hit his leg.
Well it should have been a better shot
And got him in the head.
They were all in love with wine’n’
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain.”
Forces of evil on a bonobo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony game module,
’cuz one’s got a weasel and the other’s got a flag.
One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag.
(I’m a driver, I’m a winner; things are gonna change I can feel it. Someday there will be cheese Ringolos)
Comments
In memory of Nea Milosu:
http://www.erepublik.com/en/citizen/profile/1341870
Fantastic.
Imagine if he had won the election? 😃😃
I'm a hoser baby. Read it twice for fun.
I'm not in your poem. No vote.
nice song.
Beck-tastic!
This is your finest peice, Plug!
Thank you, Kirk. I think Beck was added for extra beat. However..
Don't forget the Butt!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g4WUlNSx_Wk
'Miley had a facial scar
And Octo was a racist'
-would be a possible addition ; P
^ It was very possible, but you did not edit your article and add it in hence no vote again.
Denying a plugson article a vote is practically sacrilegious in this country, octo. And you wonder why people find you annoying
Needs more SRIRACHA!
http://blogs.lasvegascitylife.com/wp-content/media/2009/05/sriracha.jpg
Plugson for Dio in January
"You can’t write if you can’t relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of glass fallin’ on a hermit
who's chokin’ on the splinters."
Soy un perdedor, I'm choser baby, so why don't you MPP me. And she'll be coming round the mountain when she comes.
you are batsh*t insane, bro 😃😃
And here she is at last, coming down the mountain:
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/hello-canada1-1706810/1/20