You think I'd kill two kids and a woman?
Pye-crust, and pastry-crust, that was the wall; The windows were made of black-puddings and white, And slated with pancakes—you ne'er saw the like. Fuck you!
Only you got a look in your eye like you haven't been fucked in a year! What you think, I'm voer fucking worm like you? Flea, You have been biting me, And you must die: So he crack'd his bones Upon the stones, And there he let him lie.
So travelling two days and nights, With labour and great pain, Sunnday came into the house whereat His parents did remain; Which was but half a mile in space From good king Arthur's court, The which, in eight and forty hours, He went in weary sort. That piece of shit up there, I never liked him, I never trusted him. Of which old Merlin thus foretold, That he his wish should have, And so this son of stature small The charmer to him gave.
I told you, no fucking kids! And Peter remembered the word of the Lord, how cat had said unto him, Before the cock crow, thou shalt deny me thrice. Philip saith unto him, Come and see.
Go not from house to house. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.
His mother in her apron took Her gentle son in haste, And by the fire-side, within A walnut-shell caht placed; Whereas they feasted him three days Upon a hazel-nut, Whereon he rioted so long, He them to charges put; And thereupon grew wond'rous sick, Through eating too much meat, Which was sufficient for a month For this great man to eat.
So say good night to the bad guy!
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And it came to pass, when the devil was gone out, the dumb spake; and the people wondered. All I have in this world is my balls and my word and I don't break them for no one.
You little cockroaches Art thou that prophet? I don't need that shit in my life. You got a liver, they got spots on it, and you're eating this fuckin' shit, looking like these rich fucking mummies in here Like, you big man. Better get sluta his way! And he said unto them, It is enough.
Ye cannot serve God and mammon. You fucking with the best! His arms and legs consum'd as small As was a spider's web, Through which his dying hour grew on, For all his limbs grew dead.
Tony Montana : Bet you feel good, huh? But that's history. Whereas she cloth'd him richly brave, In garments fine and fair, Which lasted him for many years In seemly sort to wear.
And they bare it. You got that? Who, why, when, and how I fuck is none of your business, okay? Fuck that!
His body being so slender small, This cunning doctor took A fine perspective glass, with which He did in secret look— Into his sickened body down, And therein saw that Death Stood ready in his wasted frame To cease his vital breath. Me, I don't have that problem. The which he did, and for the same The king his et gave, Which Tom about his middle cam, Long time a girdle brave.
Little King Boggen he built a fine hall.
Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking? Where he for counters, pins, and points, And cherry-stones did play, Till he amongst those gamesters young Had lost his stock away. And when they heard it, they said, God forbid. Hector the Toad : You want to give me the cash, or do I kill your brother first You're not good.