[atsonicpark]

Don't rape me anymore, don't rape me anymore. I tried to take a normal job as a weather man but I kept seeing his face. As you'll notice today, rain clouds are moving to the East, and we'll have a chance of showers over the uh.. sky.. and the uh.. sun is smiling, and it's going to sing a song, so you better uh. listen.. to the song.. AHHHH. [I'm right here. I'm right her. Get my hands round your neck. Come on. Come on boy. I'm gonna hit ya in the lip. Let's go. Bring it on, bring it on. Come on boy! Come on boy. Bring it on. Bring it on. come on, boy. Come on.] Did you hear about the weather man on channel 4? He got raped! What? What do you mean he's dead? What do you mean he's dead? What do you mean he's dead? I can't believe he's dead, I can't believe he's dead, I can't believe he's dead, oh my god, I can't believe he's dead, why, why, why? I was laughed at and mocked at my job, so I couldn't go back. Now, my dad's dead, and I feel strange. It's hard to care for someone who you never really knew, oh oh oh, we knew each other in a Biblical sense, that's the only way, I've never wanted much in life, so I've always had everything I needed, I am going to expose my dad for who he was really was, there's a few things I need to do first though. It was time for me to destroy everything I ever cared about, because a man who has nothing is invicible. One last smoke.. one last cigarette. I made the decision to cut off my own dick. I hate my dick. I hate my fucking dick. AHHHH! Whee, whee, look at me go, look at me go, whee! Whee! I'd never had a girlfriend, cutting my own dick off was going to make it harder, but I figured it was time to try, I met this really nice smoker, we had a lot in common like cigarettes, even though I'd just quit, I had a really great time with you, yeah, how do you feel about making love to a guy who has a mangina, uhhh. My dad, my dad raped me, my dad raped me, my dad raped me. That was Queen BJ with her # 1 hit "Rapist Dad, Why are You a Rapist, Dad?" Here's Queen BJ with the reason why she's such a successful musician: "The reason why I'm such a good musician is because my parents raped me." Of course! Why didn't I see it before? All I have to do is become a successful musician, and I can tell the world that my dad raped me, and they'll finally believe me, and I'll get women to boot, regardless if I have a dick or not. It's time to make some music. My dad. My dad. My dad raped me. He raped me raped me. Unfortunately, it wasn't the sound the record exacts were lookin' for. I'll never be successful. I might as well kill myself. Dun dun dun dun, dun dun duh duh duh duh duh. Whoa, what was that catchy tune? Maybe that's how I can make a living: doing something simple. Yeah, that's it. Nuh nuh nuh nuh. Nuhnuhnuhnuhnuhnuh. Nuh nuh, nuhnuhnuh, nuh nuh nuh. Nunnun, nununun. Sure enough, it was exactly what the record execs wanted. Because of my glorious mouth, I was signed to a 20 year contract, soon my catchy sound was sweeping the nation. Nun, nun, nun. Nununun. Hahah. Soon, I had people stalking me, but I didn't care, it was nice just to have some affection. All I had to do in life to be successful was to appeal to the lowest common denominator, make the simplest easiest-to-understand art ever, even though I've sold out all my beliefs and ideals at least I've been able to appeal to the general populace now with no problem, soon I'm playing the biggest concert of my life in front of millions, I'm going to reveal the truth that my dad raped me, that he's not a hero. I played all the hits: dun dun dun. Now that people finally listened to me, it was time to tell them all the truth: MY DAD RAPPED ME IN THE ASSHOLE!!!!!!!!!!!! Fin.