SFH3 Run #1765
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: | 04/25/2016 |
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: | 25th and Lincoln |
: | Cuming Mutha, On All Fours & Backwash |
: | Do Her Well |
A not so long time ago, I can still remember How Muff Snatcher used to make me smile And I knew if Vax had his chance That he would make his harriers dance And keep them on trail for a while
But SFH3 made me shiver With every down down they’d deliver Complaints on Brown Eye’s lips And I couldn’t take one more sip I can’t remember if I cried When I saw a cup of Racer Five But something touched me deep inside The day those hashers died.
So bye, bye to some mighty fine guys Said later but twas never that I’d see with my eyes Voyeur drinking Pinot saying it wasn’t too dry Singing hash songs as we ran by Singing hash songs as they ran by.
Did Just Alex writhe in the book of love Do you have faith in crimes above If your RAs tell you so? Do you believe Twerxes took a roll Can the hashshit save her mortal soul And can you teach Abbah’s bro how to drink real slow Well I know that the Swedes are in love with him Cause I saw Blowqueen dancing where it was dim Miss D kicked off his shoes We sang Happy Birthday, fuck you! I knew a lonely teenage broncin’ Buck Fucka With a relay race and a red solo cup But I knew I was out of luck The day those hashers died.
I started singing Bye, bye to some mighty fine guys Said later but twas never that I’d see with my eyes Muff Snatcher mocking us with such a deep sigh Singing hash songs as we ran by Singing hash songs as they ran by.
Now for some years we’ve been on our own, And foam grows fat on our beers alone But that’s not how it used to be When Just Doesn’t Get It whistled in the van To call the harriers as they ran In a pitch that came from Allahu Aqbark’s key And while Masterbaster was looking down Fluffer rubbed his coat of brown The kilt was lifted And Masterbaster’s hips shifted And while the Gypsies read their book on Mark SFH3 supped whine in the park All sang dirges in the dark The day those hashers died
We were singing Bye, bye to some mighty fine guys Said later but twas never that I’d see with my eyes Vax with prop hat spinning under the sky Singing hash songs as we ran by Singing hash songs as they ran by.
Helter skelter in B2B swelter Friar Fuck bediapered amongst the welter With JDGI falling fast Landing in tutu around his ass The Friar tried to make a pass The diaper on the sidelines with the cast Though those skits are long removed But we’ll still play a marching tune And all get up to dance But we’ll never get the chance Cause the visitors tried to take the field Rape And Spillage his penis wielded Do you recall what Spreads In Sheets revealed? The day the hashers cried.
We started singing Bye, bye to some mighty fine guys Said later but twas never that I’d see with my eyes The Friar’s ass and massive thighs Singing hash songs as we ran by Singing hash songs as they ran by.
Oh and there we were all in one place A group of dumbfucks in an endless race With no trail left to start again So come on Fucker be nimble, Fucker be quick Fucker, fence pressing on his neck Cause Whorifist had lifted it from its end But as I watched us in life’s cage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No hasher born in Hell Could break time’s tragic spell As our songs we sung into the night To crown our sacrificial rite I knew we couldn’t laugh with delight The day those hashers died
He was singing Bye, bye to some mighty fine guys Said later but twas never that I’d see with my eyes The ones to whom we’ve said good bye Singing hash songs as we ran by Singing hash songs as they ran by.
I met a girl who let me muse And asked her for some happy news But Ska Skank smiled and turned away I went down to Sperm Alley’s whores And asked Dick Ass Mother Fucker for some more But the man said Seamen’s better, anyway And in the streets the NIMBYs screamed The sirens rang, and the tasers streamed But not a word was spoken Masterbaster’s advice wasn’t broken And the three hares I admire most Cuming Mutha, Backwash, and On All Fours They caught the last MUNI for the coast The day those hashers died.
And they was singing Bye, bye to some mighty fine guys Said later but twas never that I’d see with my eyes The ones to whom we’ve said good bye Singing hash songs as we ran by Singing hash songs as they ran by.
They was singing Bye, bye to some mighty fine guys Said later but twas never that I’d see with my eyes The ones to whom we’ve said good bye Singing hash songs as we ran by
Singing hash songs as they ran by. |