Brian’s Guns Brian has a gun Moreover, Brian has many guns Mostly for sport, But god forbid someone tries to rob Brian’s house or rape Brian’s wife Brian’s gonna shoot that mother fucker A situation Brian has played over and over in his head The target in Brian’s backyard take on a criminal persona
Brian loves his guns, and he loves America
Brian’s guns are as important to Brian as his arms and legs
Brian needs those guns incase some tries to take his guns or America
Brian is the last line against gun takers and foreign invasion
A situation Brian has also played out in his head
Brian has a son and daughter
Brian’s son has guns
He needs to protect his wife and home as well
Brian and his son shoot criminals in their backyard
Together they’ll protect their guns and save America
Brian’s daughter doesn’t have a gun
But that’s what Brian’s for
Brian’s judge jury and executioner for anyone that would hurt his family
Brian’s guns have limited enemies thus far
Someone comes after Brian’s guns or hurts Brian’s family, they’re dead
But what about Brian’s wife, what if Brian’s wife want to leave Brian
Or worse off, what if she cheats on Brian
What then happens with Brian’s guns
Now Brian is a rational fellow so he’d let his wife go
But he’d shoot the mother fucker that cheated with his wife
Brian’s wife is an extension of Brian, just like Brian’s guns
What if Brian got in a fight
Some drunkard fucks with Brian at the wrong time
Good thing Brian has a gun
He’d shoot that fucker dead
Serves him right
The government wants to take Brian’s guns and kill Brian
They want to destroy Brian’s family and make Brian poor
The government is godless and wants to destroy Brian’s life
And that is where the danger lies
Brian’s enemies are all around him
The only thing stopping them from destroying Brian is Brian’s guns
Brian also really enjoys shooting at the range.
The Beginning
It was the beginning and there was nothing but the bowl
We were but the beef burrito digested by his holy stomach
And produced by thine purest anus
Shat to the world in his image, wiped away from his grace
And flushed into the world
From this all things were born, so sayeth Hastrubel
Taco Tuesday
It was a Tuesday, and it was that bitches dinner night
Her name was Stephanie, and she was the roommates girlfriend
(She does this every Tuesday)
She had a bad day at work and didn’t feel like cooking
They argued for sometime till Stephanie finally caved and said she’d order out
(The boys were totally stoked)
They had just Thai food and pizza was off the menu
My boy had celiacs and couldn’t do gluten
(He gets the squirts)
Chinese and greek food were off the menu
Stephanie suggested Mexican
(TACO TUESDAY!)
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