From Fang, to Seraphs.
te don't know how sick te make me
te make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
te must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
te may not think te do, but te do
Every time I think of te I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write te a little poem
But off of the dome would probably be a little more, più suitable for this type of song--whoa
I got a million reasons off the superiore, in alto of my head that I could think of
Sixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta
So dump it, I'ma start right here I'll just be brief I'm
Bout to rattle off some of the reasons
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I can't believe I went and did this stupid stuff again
If te only knew how much I hated you
For every thing te ever put us through
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who
te don't know how sick te make me
te make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
te must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
te may not think te do, but te do
Every time I think of te I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write te a little letter
But I thought a song would probably be a little better
Instead of a letter
That you'd probably just shred up--yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of
How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid piece a
Paper, I'd rather let te see how
Much I hate te in a freestyle
I hope te get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your guts, I hope te die
Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not amaro o mad
It's just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna
Yack-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ack
What else can I do, I haven't got a clue
Now I guess I'll just sposta on, I have no choice but to
But every time I think of te now, I'll I wanna do
Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke
te don't know how sick te make me
te make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
te must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
te may not think te do, but te do
Every time I think of you, I puke
I think that pretty much settles it.
BTW THIS IS EMIN3M "Puke"
te don't know how sick te make me
te make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
te must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
te may not think te do, but te do
Every time I think of te I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write te a little poem
But off of the dome would probably be a little more, più suitable for this type of song--whoa
I got a million reasons off the superiore, in alto of my head that I could think of
Sixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta
So dump it, I'ma start right here I'll just be brief I'm
Bout to rattle off some of the reasons
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I can't believe I went and did this stupid stuff again
If te only knew how much I hated you
For every thing te ever put us through
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who
te don't know how sick te make me
te make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
te must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
te may not think te do, but te do
Every time I think of te I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write te a little letter
But I thought a song would probably be a little better
Instead of a letter
That you'd probably just shred up--yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of
How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid piece a
Paper, I'd rather let te see how
Much I hate te in a freestyle
I hope te get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your guts, I hope te die
Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not amaro o mad
It's just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna
Yack-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ack
What else can I do, I haven't got a clue
Now I guess I'll just sposta on, I have no choice but to
But every time I think of te now, I'll I wanna do
Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke
te don't know how sick te make me
te make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
te must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
te may not think te do, but te do
Every time I think of you, I puke
I think that pretty much settles it.
BTW THIS IS EMIN3M "Puke"
Daily Episode
giorno Forty-Eight:
Static Shock Episode Five: "They're Playing my Song"
Link: link
Summary: A meta-human named Adam Evans, Rubberband Man, attempts to get revenge on Ice Pack, a rapper who ha rubato, stola a song he wrote. Virgil gets a job at Burger Fool and loses it when he had to sneak out to take care of business as Static.
SOOO sorry this took so long!!!!!! I watched it this morning and totally forgot to put it up!!!! Anyway: the moral of this episode is never steal. Especially from a powerful meta-human with a lame name.
giorno Forty-Eight:
Static Shock Episode Five: "They're Playing my Song"
Link: link
Summary: A meta-human named Adam Evans, Rubberband Man, attempts to get revenge on Ice Pack, a rapper who ha rubato, stola a song he wrote. Virgil gets a job at Burger Fool and loses it when he had to sneak out to take care of business as Static.
SOOO sorry this took so long!!!!!! I watched it this morning and totally forgot to put it up!!!! Anyway: the moral of this episode is never steal. Especially from a powerful meta-human with a lame name.
Can te blame me? This is kinda what Fin's P.O.V in 5 years when Arty dies... It's fun if te read it like you'd be Canto Twinkle, Twinkle.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How te seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
te grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
aspro, acida notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s culla swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old Friends can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what te see
What is it te saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How te seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
te grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
aspro, acida notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s culla swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old Friends can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what te see
What is it te saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
I made a promise to you,
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see
ID: Confidental
Age: 25
Occupation: Assassin and villian
Physical Appearance: light brunett, bronze colored eyes, 5'6"
Clothing: varies, but always wears a scarf that she can bring up to hide her identity.
Powers: da looking into her victims eyes, she can command them to do as she pleases.
Weapons: Doesn't always carry one, but she is skilled with a sword.
Personality: vengeful, focused, feisty
History: Unknown.
Relation to Team: actual relation is a secret, but she seems to have a hate for fire-casters...