Michael Jackson
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a squirrel who tells me I am the one
But the kit is not my son
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who tells me I am the one
But the kid is not my son
Submitted by: Tim Kramar
Billy's jeans fit too tight
I put them on and my voice gets real high
The jeans are not my size
Billie jean is not my lover
Shes just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
Submitted by: Larry B
Skinny jeans are not for mothers
They're just for sluts
Not for the corpulent ones
With a width of 10 feet buns.
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl
Who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son.
Submitted by: Mr. Filet-O-Soul
Billy John is not my lover
He's just a boy who says I am the one
Even for me, he's just too young
Billy Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who says I am the one
But the kid is not my son
Submitted by: Sheogorath
Sonic are you okay?
So, Sonic are you okay?
Are you okay Sonic?
You've been hit by
You've been struck by
The hands of Eggman
Annie are you okay?
So, Annie are you okay?
Are you okay Annie?
You've been hit by
You've been struck by
A smooth criminal
Submitted by: Redlocks
He had this Phyllis, Diller sight
We knew that he was old, he didn't want to show a fold
Stiller, pillar light
Skin tightened up so tight, inside there's filler, a chillier white.
'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes, girl
Thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight
Submitted by: Dfoofnik
Stupidity falls across the web
Users with their brain cells dead
These morons can't spell 'good'
And correcting them is called rude
But trolling them is a piece of cake
They respond,they've made a mistake
For they will face complaints from Hell
Time to fight,let's ring the bell
The smell of stupid's in the air
Morning til midnight,they don't care
See dumbasses from across the world
From your grandma to a little girl
And though you fight to stay awake
These Tweets are for the sh*tter
For no mere mortal can survive
The idiocy of Twitter
Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'all's neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller
Submitted by: Flash Flood
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