Gone native

I was at Key West for the worlds. I was out running an erriand and wanted a quick bite- so I pulled into a KFC. I was sitting at the little drive-thru menu thing ordering and running all around the base of the think were these little baby chicks and a few hens.

Now that's irony. Or maybe JIT supply.
 
I was at Key West for the worlds. I was out running an erriand and wanted a quick bite- so I pulled into a KFC. I was sitting at the little drive-thru menu thing ordering and running all around the base of the think were these little baby chicks and a few hens.

Now that's irony. Or maybe JIT supply.
I guess if they were protesting they would have been chained to the sign.
 
If you put the chickens next to the cows and then stay very quiet you may here


















brown chicken brown cow
 
I use a spatula as a back scratcher, it is a scratchula, if you come to my house don't eat anything fried.




"Scratchula: The Ballad of Bobcat"
Words and muzik by
Phragle Zombie

Dead I am the one, Exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
While they slowly turn, conquering the worm

Bobcat's loosin his mind
Drinkin Natty Lite slime
He scratches his back witha
Scratchula


Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed
Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purr

Bobcat's loosin his mind
Drinkin Natty Lite slime
He scratches his back witha
Scratchula

Do it baby, Do it baby
Do it baby, Do it baby
Scratch like an animal

Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never die

Bobcat's loosin his mind
Drinkin Natty Lite slime
He scratches his back witha
Scratchula

Do it baby, Do it baby
Do it baby, Do it baby
Burn like an animal

Bobcat's loosin his mind
Drinkin Natty Lite slime
He scratches his back witha
Scratchula

Bobcat's loosin his mind
Drinkin Natty Lite slime
He scratches his back witha
Scratchula

Bobcat's loosin his mind
Drinkin Natty Lite slime
He scratches his back witha
Scratchula
 
"Scratchula: The Ballad of Bobcat"
Words and muzik by
Phragle Zombie

Heres the other version:

dead I am the one
exterminating sun
slipping through the trees
strangling the breeze
dead I am the sky
watching angels cry
as they slowly turn
conquering the worm

dead I am the pool
spreading from the fool
weak and want you need
nowhere as you bleed
dead I am the rat
feast upon cat
tender is the fur
dying as you purr

dig through the ditches
burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
dragula
dig through the ditches
burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
dragula

do it baby, do it baby
burn like an animal
do it baby, do it baby
burn like an animal

dead I am the life
dig into the skin
knuckle crack the bone
21 to win
dead I am the dog
hound of hell you cry
devil on your back
I can never die

dig through the ditches
burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
dragula
dig through the ditches
burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
dragula

do it baby, do it baby
burn like an animal
do it baby, do it baby
burn like an animal

dig through the ditches
burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
dragula
dig through the ditches
burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
dragula

dig through the ditches
burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
dragula
dig through the ditches
burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
dragula
 
I haven't had a haircut since august, I have a goatee that is the envy of every record store sales guy in the states(and western canada) colonel kurtz ain't got sh*t on me, I have gone around the bend, nutzville, bonkers, I have switched to busch light, the 18 packs is cheaper but I buy it by the case, I even drink the backwash at the bottom. I am wearing patterns with patterns, hawiian shirts and camo shorts, my sunglasses are scratched and filthy, my underwear no longer connect in the middle, I am scaring the tourists and the bums are afraid to ask me for money. I smell like two stroke oil and drakkar. the cops lock their doors when I stroll by, I'll have to be stopped eventually, send somebody good, sunkins soft, stecz is to busy trying to hold on to his crumbling empire, and his enforcer masher has had it easy for so long he is no longer a threat, fund razor, he's with the apache people now, bouy is moving to pahonix and joining a drug cartel. the fumes have gotten to glass dave and rob 's too busy, audiofin and buck are drunk . maybe rg3, it would be just like you basta*rds to send a women, It won't be easy , I 'll be ready ,I am only a week away from the no pants look, I am having my back hair shaved into an image of sy goldberg. I might vote the straight democrat ticket. I might go sailing:leaving:

If you can see this clearly, go have another drink......
 

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you people have crossed the line, I tried to be good, but fug it, the kool-aid will look good when I am done, stezc is right, you are all filthy pigs(except for buck , who is a filthy hillbilly) I am going fishing tomorrow, if that doesn't scare you nothing will, I ain't taking no sh*t from paul, he moved to michigan which pretty much sums it up, when I am done with you punks you will think that the lifetime channel is good stuff.
 
fu*k just missed a call from australia, they are pigs too, but they speak english like they hate it
 
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