Ode to Hamza.
Posted by: Tony Lockhart on 07 February 2006
Courtesy of a post in another forum.
A Bloodhound Gang song goes....
I hope your cellmate thinks he’s God
But c.n.n. refer to him as bowling ball bag bob
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse
Only this time the victim’s a clydesdale horse
While he masturbates to photos of livestock
He does the silence of the lambs dance to christian rock
Eats faeces and quotes from deliverance
And fights with his imaginary playmate Vince
I hope he grins like jack nicholson
And forces you to play a game called balls on chin
And whatever happens next is all a blur
But you remember fist can be a verb
And when you finally regain consciousness
You’re bound and gagged in a wedding dress
And the prison guard looks the other way
cause he’s the guy [you said you'd kill] the other day
Mmmm, nice.
Tony
A Bloodhound Gang song goes....
I hope your cellmate thinks he’s God
But c.n.n. refer to him as bowling ball bag bob
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse
Only this time the victim’s a clydesdale horse
While he masturbates to photos of livestock
He does the silence of the lambs dance to christian rock
Eats faeces and quotes from deliverance
And fights with his imaginary playmate Vince
I hope he grins like jack nicholson
And forces you to play a game called balls on chin
And whatever happens next is all a blur
But you remember fist can be a verb
And when you finally regain consciousness
You’re bound and gagged in a wedding dress
And the prison guard looks the other way
cause he’s the guy [you said you'd kill] the other day
Mmmm, nice.
Tony