they call me coachA Poem by Scooby
THEY CALL ME COACH .. .. I’m so f*****g high I really think I can fly. C’mon, guy. Wanna try? Don’t be shy, dude. I wouldn’t lie, dude. Though you may cry Or wonder why Just come with me, my dude. You’re not gonna fall Out of the sky and die, dude. See that girl? Ask if she’ll touch your balls. Then when she does, Turn off; ignore all her calls And laugh Whenever the b***h falls. What’s that? She’s only fifteen, dude? Boy, don’t be retarded Hit this green, dude. Get back over there And f**k her… Mean, dude. Alright, lets go Somewhere not very near. We gotta Get the f**k outta here. Here’s the keys and a beer, dude. Why’d you have to Put it in her rear, dude? I didn’t tell you To f*****g do that. It was f*****g awesome, though! Soon you’ll be where I’m at. Me, on the other hand, I’da used a splintered baseball bat. Like, “try to walk, b***h” While I slice up her cat. But you’re learnin’ quick, dude. Stay buzzin’ And think with your dick, dude. Cuz we’re crashin’ another party So hit this again And get em nude dude. I’m out. © 2009 Scooby |
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