Twytch's board

THERE be SOMETHING INSIDE ME
it be COMING OUT
I FEEL LIKE KILLING ye
LET LOOSE a THE ANGER, HELD BACK TOO LONG
me BLOOD RUNS COLD
THROUGH me ANATOMY, DWELLS ANOTHER BEING
ROOTED IN me CORTEX, A SERVANT t' it be BIDDING
BRUTALITY BECOMES me APPETITE
VIOLENCE be NOW A WAY a LIFE
THE SLEDGE me TOOL t' TORTURE
 AS IT POUNDS DOWN ON yer FOREHEAD
EYES BULGING FROM THEIR SOCKETS
WITH EVERY SWING a me MALLET
I SMASH yer *CRAG*ING HEAD IN, UNTIL BRAIN SEEPS IN
THROUGH THE CRACK
BLOOD DOES LEAK DISTORTED BEAUTY
CATASTROPHE STEAMING SLOP
SPLATTERED ALL OVER ME
LIFELESS BODY, SLOUCHING DEAD
LECHEROUS ABSESS
WHERE ye ONCE HAD A HEAD
AVOIDING THE PROPHECY a
me NEW FOUND LUST
ye WILL NEVER LIVE AGAIN
SOON yer LIFE WILL END
I'LL SEE ye visit Davey Jone's locker AT me FEET, ETERNALLY I SMASH yer FACE
FACIAL BONES COLLAPSE AS I CRACK yer SKULL IN HALF
CRUSHING CRANAL CONTENTS
DRAINING THE SNOT, I RIP OUT THE EYES
SQUEEZING THEM IN me HANDS NERVES be INCISED
PEELING THE FLESH OFF THE BOTTOM a me WEAPON
INVOLUNTARILY PULPIFYING FACIAL REGION
SUFFER 'n THEN ye visit Davey Jone's locker
TORTURE, PULVERIZED
AT ONE WITH me SIXTH SENSE, I FEEL FREE
t' KILL AS I PLEASE, NO ONE CAN AVAST! ME
CREATED t' KILL, THE CARNAGE CONTINUES
VIOLENTLY SHAPING HUMAN FACIAL TISSUE
BRUTALITY BECOMES me APPETITE
VIOLENCE be NOW THE WAY a LIFE
THE SLEDGE me TOOL t' TORTURE
AS IT POUNDS DOWN ON yer FOREHEAD

LET'S ALL BE TANGLE BUDDIES

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"I be NOT THE RECEPTIONIST, I be NOT ANSWERING THE PHONE IF it be NOT FOR ME WHEN THERE'S 3 ABLE BODIED PEOPLE IN THE HOUSE CAUSE it be NOT me JOB 'n I'VE DONE SO MUCH ALREADY ANSWERING A GODDAMN PHONE WOULD KILL ME"

HEY wench, FIRST OFF ye HAVE BOTH THE PHONES 'n SECONDLY ye'RE BEING A *CRAG*ING CHILD. ye'RE PISSED OFF THAT MAYBE ye HAVE t' DO SOMETHING FOR SOMEONE OTHER THAN YOURSELF 'n ye THINK ye'RE ENTITLED t' SPECIAL TREATMENT BECAUSE ye HAVE t' pillage OFF yer ASS EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF THE BILLS STOPPED GETTING PAID 'n EVERYONE STOPPED WORKING BECAUSE IT HAS t' DO WITH OTHER PEOPLE? THE ENTIRE TIME ye'VE BEEN MARRIED t' me DAD ye'VE DONE NOTHING BUT wench 'n MOAN CONSTANTLY YET ye LACK THE GODDAMN PARENTING SKILLS t' EVEN TALK t' US. NICE JOB DROPPING EVERYTHING WHEN yer LITTLE WHITE TRASH MIDWEST WORLD COMES CRASHING DOWN, BY THE WAY HAVING *CRAG*ING EVERYTHING IN THE HOUSE BE LOW CALORIE LOW FAT *CRAG*ING DIET FOOD BECAUSE "ye'LL EAT IT IF it be THERE SO WE SHOULDN'T pillage IT" (ACTUAL WORDS) DOESN'T SIT WELL WITH THE OTHER 75% a THE HOUSE. A) THAT STUFF TASTES LIKE SHIT B) IF it be THERE 'n ye'RE ON A DIET, pillage SOME *CRAG*ING SELF CONTROL 'n DON'T EAT IT C) *CRAG* ye t' HELL

Now all I be missing be the actual game. :C

something be odd here

3 refined metal = shooter's sola tropi

not bad, already have a sniper hat I hate though so gonna combine them

shooter's sola tropi + ritzy rick's hair fixative =

I be ok with this, I guess

lolk

Street legal? Probably not. Looks like a wench t' ride for any length a time anyway, but fits the theme excellently.