“born, baptized, took a shit, got beaten to a pulp in a junkyard, end of story…”
(it’ll be under 2 minutes)
(“to capture a killer…”)
(“oh, let’s let bygones b bygones…”)
he didn’t dance nor sing
he was a junkyard king
and he would wake up really early every morning
trading metal for bling…
illegal alien
an unamerican tan
when the barter didn’t go right as planned
he took the money n ran
he was an urban dude
she wasn’t in the mood
he thought to be rejected was dude
now may i be excused
SIT DOWN!
they were the janus dudes…