Got this a heat at me place
Go this a heat at me base
Titan
Them know me now scary now
them know me no scared me now
Them are chat up me no hear em now
Them know me no scared me now, yeah
Them know me no scared me now
them know me no fearing now
them are chat up and me no hearing now
Them know me no scared me now
See them are go dis
So me tell them fir try that
Go whole side no threat fir fly
but
them are whole who see them are sissy
so why chat?
me left them courage
chippy chippy for me fly back
Coz I'm the odd one
the odd looking in
Some are use me style
but me no have no twin
The funds them are tell
the goalie to turn up the thing
Tell them dutty calibre
when it hot and are spin
them know me no scared me now
the goalie to turn up the thing
Tell them dutty calibre
when it hot and are spin
them know me no scared me now
Just in case some asshole thinks I am scared, and backing off, and here I am talking about the OSC, I have this to say:
You should know by now that I do not know the meaning of fear, because I do as I planned, and I have planned the ... gradual demise of butt-head, with his legs first going, and then later on his life, if of course, none of those who dangled their bait in front of my eyes do something about it.
BUT THE LEGS GET DAMAGED. BOTH, THIS TIME.
BY ME
You should know by now that I do not know the meaning of fear, because I do as I planned, and I have planned the ... gradual demise of butt-head, with his legs first going, and then later on his life, if of course, none of those who dangled their bait in front of my eyes do something about it.
BUT THE LEGS GET DAMAGED. BOTH, THIS TIME.
BY ME
PERSONALLY.
CLEAR ENOUGH?
then there is michelle, irritating, hide-behind-others michelle, whom I would love to strangle, and do so happily, again if no one stands in the way, ha ha!
of course, for me the advantage is that if no one does anything I get to wipe out the WHOLE OSC, maybe just come up and lock them up in one place and systematically rend them all en-masse, YESSS!!
Enough about the depressing business of people who think they can supervise my actions like judges or trainers of wild ... dogs.
Let me get onto more interesting things, like people I had left out because I was not thinking broadly:-
Like the sister of that girl, Carol, and her daughter, because girl has an ass on her , I mean the sister, not Carol, and I lusted...eh...liked her, on sight.
And the 9/11 girl at the Fish Hoek library, for the same reason.
And the married girl with the English nose, because she looked at me so.
But I have to give the cherry on top to this lady I saw on New Year's Day, as me and the rasta crew waited for a taxi by Simonstown station, and she and... presumably... her sister, came out of then station and stood by us, worried that the train was delayed and their... (presumably) day at the beach with the family would be ruined because they would not find any transport.
Now, she was wearing a skirt/dress [did not pay too much attention because I was looking at the ...pedigree... the legs] that showed her legs from beneath the knee all the way to her feet, and she had an attractive face and the thin lips associated with the Xhosa people, and her hair was her own, not bought at Pep stores or kept for special ocassions or borrowed from friends, at it showed because she had not done anything more than comb it.
her lips made me wonder if she was cruel, and so, when I stood near her I asked if she was going Fish Hoek side, and she looked at me warily and said yes, speculatively, I thought, and [as I discovered today when I looked at myself in the window, I do have a face easily associated with anger and violence, especially my brows] I assumed she thought I was up to no good, so I stood a little way away, and spent my time grumbling to rasta about how pointless it was to find transport when the train would come, and all the time watching the gorgeous, thick legs of the woman, and her round ass that made me comment to the guys that the woman would be 'very delicious' in bed, the baby ... 'boy' on her back not detracting from everything I was thinking {of course the kid will have to go, call it revenge for the fact that the Shona had women abducted from them by Tshaka's invading impis, so it is payback:- I take the women, without asking for consent from anyone}
She heard me when I used the slang for woman, and as I was openly leering at her, she left her sister with the fake hair, and crossed the street, to the other side, ostensibly to better get a taxi as it was unloading people while still headed Simonstown way. Then she disappeared into the station itself, and me and the guys got onto the slow taxi, and I saw no more of her.
But I want to, Oh YESS!
then there is also this metro-rail ticket checker, they call them "access controllers", who is usually at Fish-Hoek, but was on New Year's at Simonstown, and who I had greeted on the day before the New year and said to her she must have a happy one, as we boarded the free train.
She is normally clad in black, and while not typically Xhosa-thick, she has a rather sexy body, light skin, her own hair, and she has that kind of... anger... about her that means she would be very very... interesting... when she lets go of her inhibition.
When I was going to look for meat during the day I bought a ticket and she was watching me, and when I walked towards her and said I had not bought a ticket, she did not say a word, nor indeed, for that matter when I had greeted her as we got off the train in the morning.
Well, she would be interesting to get to ... know, because I am curious, and anyway, I am at my best when someone is unwilling, which may seem such a contradiction but for the fact that the willing ones and the unwilling ones both have to have this in common:- ME in charge.
If the woman is willing, then she submits to me, no... equality bullshit..., and if she is unwilling, she still comes perforce, and I do as I please, which is how I like it anyway. Them there is Sam's ... friend, the Jordanian girl Jumana, with HER ass. HELL, I like that. There will be many more, of course, for who can say me nay?
who would be stupid enough?
Does anyone think me scared?
Please step up right now, and we will sort it out at once, YESSS!
of course, for me the advantage is that if no one does anything I get to wipe out the WHOLE OSC, maybe just come up and lock them up in one place and systematically rend them all en-masse, YESSS!!
Enough about the depressing business of people who think they can supervise my actions like judges or trainers of wild ... dogs.
Let me get onto more interesting things, like people I had left out because I was not thinking broadly:-
Like the sister of that girl, Carol, and her daughter, because girl has an ass on her , I mean the sister, not Carol, and I lusted...eh...liked her, on sight.
And the 9/11 girl at the Fish Hoek library, for the same reason.
And the married girl with the English nose, because she looked at me so.
But I have to give the cherry on top to this lady I saw on New Year's Day, as me and the rasta crew waited for a taxi by Simonstown station, and she and... presumably... her sister, came out of then station and stood by us, worried that the train was delayed and their... (presumably) day at the beach with the family would be ruined because they would not find any transport.
Now, she was wearing a skirt/dress [did not pay too much attention because I was looking at the ...pedigree... the legs] that showed her legs from beneath the knee all the way to her feet, and she had an attractive face and the thin lips associated with the Xhosa people, and her hair was her own, not bought at Pep stores or kept for special ocassions or borrowed from friends, at it showed because she had not done anything more than comb it.
her lips made me wonder if she was cruel, and so, when I stood near her I asked if she was going Fish Hoek side, and she looked at me warily and said yes, speculatively, I thought, and [as I discovered today when I looked at myself in the window, I do have a face easily associated with anger and violence, especially my brows] I assumed she thought I was up to no good, so I stood a little way away, and spent my time grumbling to rasta about how pointless it was to find transport when the train would come, and all the time watching the gorgeous, thick legs of the woman, and her round ass that made me comment to the guys that the woman would be 'very delicious' in bed, the baby ... 'boy' on her back not detracting from everything I was thinking {of course the kid will have to go, call it revenge for the fact that the Shona had women abducted from them by Tshaka's invading impis, so it is payback:- I take the women, without asking for consent from anyone}
She heard me when I used the slang for woman, and as I was openly leering at her, she left her sister with the fake hair, and crossed the street, to the other side, ostensibly to better get a taxi as it was unloading people while still headed Simonstown way. Then she disappeared into the station itself, and me and the guys got onto the slow taxi, and I saw no more of her.
But I want to, Oh YESS!
then there is also this metro-rail ticket checker, they call them "access controllers", who is usually at Fish-Hoek, but was on New Year's at Simonstown, and who I had greeted on the day before the New year and said to her she must have a happy one, as we boarded the free train.
She is normally clad in black, and while not typically Xhosa-thick, she has a rather sexy body, light skin, her own hair, and she has that kind of... anger... about her that means she would be very very... interesting... when she lets go of her inhibition.
When I was going to look for meat during the day I bought a ticket and she was watching me, and when I walked towards her and said I had not bought a ticket, she did not say a word, nor indeed, for that matter when I had greeted her as we got off the train in the morning.
Well, she would be interesting to get to ... know, because I am curious, and anyway, I am at my best when someone is unwilling, which may seem such a contradiction but for the fact that the willing ones and the unwilling ones both have to have this in common:- ME in charge.
If the woman is willing, then she submits to me, no... equality bullshit..., and if she is unwilling, she still comes perforce, and I do as I please, which is how I like it anyway. Them there is Sam's ... friend, the Jordanian girl Jumana, with HER ass. HELL, I like that. There will be many more, of course, for who can say me nay?
who would be stupid enough?
Does anyone think me scared?
Please step up right now, and we will sort it out at once, YESSS!
So, that means I am NOT unidirectional, but that ...
the more girl we have the better, the better, the better
the more girl we have the better, and the happier we shall be
the more girl we have the better, the better, the better
the more girl we have the better, and the happier we shall be
