Poor Richard's Almanac Songtext
von Herald's Goose
Poor Richard's Almanac Songtext
Ahhh
Fuck you Richard sit the fuck down
Wouldn′t be Preserving Hardcore if it wasn't for you clowns
Ay find your own seat cause you′re in my fucking chair
Protest against the system cause this shit ain't fair
Everyone knows you're a bunch of pussies
Your logo′s even a cat I′m fucking depressed
Bagel take a shower
Handle deez nuts and in fear you will cower
Fuck you Richard
You boutta get clapped
You send don't send your dick
But don′t check your snap
Fuck you Richard
You boutta get clapped
You send don't send your dick
But don′t check your snap
Ahh shit I'm fucking back greetings and salutations
Sit back and enjoy my verbal masturbations
It′s circle time bitch so stay fucking seated
Kill yourself line completed
Stay in your fucking parking lot
Cause your front man's lines are never this hot
Skinny weed man think he's the boss
Hey remind me how much them condoms cost
The gun to my head and the executioner said
What′s the difference between an orgy of apes
And four teens that need to get laid
Then pronounced me dead
Noodles left this space because he wasn′t thinking
High tide at ten thirty-seven
The forecast says it's hot in here
Now on to you Wittman
Rich Richard dick licker
Compared to the goose our cock′s bigger
The irony that you sell condoms when you don't get laid
There′s a goose on the loose that actually gets paid
You're just a phase a wave your fans fade away
Fuck with us and we′ll send you to the grave
You probably couldn't tell a goose from a duck
That's cause y′all bitches be dumb as fuck
Y′all a bunch of chodes shaped like a hockey puck
A bunch of little virgins mad they don't get the suck
What′s this call yourselves real hardcore
Pretty fucking phony cause your music's such a bore
I could go to a show and all I′d hear's a snore
Or maybe you gobbling up cock like a whore
Bitch
Fuck you
Wait hold on guys
Fuck you Richard
You boutta get wait here it comes
Fuck you
Fuck you Richard
You bout to get clapped
You send don′t send your dick
But don't check your snap
Fuck you Richard
You bout to get clapped
You send don't send your dick
But don′t check your snap
Fuck you Richard
I′m coming at you like long bone
And that's a promise
Fuck you Corey Miller 2008
Fuck you Richard sit the fuck down
Wouldn′t be Preserving Hardcore if it wasn't for you clowns
Ay find your own seat cause you′re in my fucking chair
Protest against the system cause this shit ain't fair
Everyone knows you're a bunch of pussies
Your logo′s even a cat I′m fucking depressed
Bagel take a shower
Handle deez nuts and in fear you will cower
Fuck you Richard
You boutta get clapped
You send don't send your dick
But don′t check your snap
Fuck you Richard
You boutta get clapped
You send don't send your dick
But don′t check your snap
Ahh shit I'm fucking back greetings and salutations
Sit back and enjoy my verbal masturbations
It′s circle time bitch so stay fucking seated
Kill yourself line completed
Stay in your fucking parking lot
Cause your front man's lines are never this hot
Skinny weed man think he's the boss
Hey remind me how much them condoms cost
The gun to my head and the executioner said
What′s the difference between an orgy of apes
And four teens that need to get laid
Then pronounced me dead
Noodles left this space because he wasn′t thinking
High tide at ten thirty-seven
The forecast says it's hot in here
Now on to you Wittman
Rich Richard dick licker
Compared to the goose our cock′s bigger
The irony that you sell condoms when you don't get laid
There′s a goose on the loose that actually gets paid
You're just a phase a wave your fans fade away
Fuck with us and we′ll send you to the grave
You probably couldn't tell a goose from a duck
That's cause y′all bitches be dumb as fuck
Y′all a bunch of chodes shaped like a hockey puck
A bunch of little virgins mad they don't get the suck
What′s this call yourselves real hardcore
Pretty fucking phony cause your music's such a bore
I could go to a show and all I′d hear's a snore
Or maybe you gobbling up cock like a whore
Bitch
Fuck you
Wait hold on guys
Fuck you Richard
You boutta get wait here it comes
Fuck you
Fuck you Richard
You bout to get clapped
You send don′t send your dick
But don't check your snap
Fuck you Richard
You bout to get clapped
You send don't send your dick
But don′t check your snap
Fuck you Richard
I′m coming at you like long bone
And that's a promise
Fuck you Corey Miller 2008
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