I close my eyes and see you before me Think I would die if you were to ignore me A fool could see just how much I adore you I'd get down on my knees, I'd do anything for you
I don't want anybody else When I think about LOGS, I touch myself Oh, I don't want anybody else, oh, no Oh, no, oh, no
I would hunt over 9000 elephants to take their ivory, trade it in to some batshit insane Liberian slave owners so I can get some blood diamonds, and trade those diamonds to a thin-dicked rock analyst who'd say "Nah these ain't diamonds, but I'll keep 'em" just so I can crush his skull in with his Computer Tower, take the diamonds back, along with rubies, emeralds, mustard gas crystals, hide them in my asshole after filling it with Tide pods, get arrested by the cops for killing a faggot scammer, pretend I live near a BVB concert location, so I get taken to that area, trick the cops into thinking they'll run someone over, so they get scared, and cause me to get an adrenaline rush, so I can break the cuffs, destroy the grate between me and the cops, take their shotgun, and kill both of them, then I take their car, drive to the BVB concert, give security a blood diamond so he'll let me pass, then goto andy's dressing room, and give him all of the jewels just so I can ask him to slid a hulking log of fucking shit down my esophagus. That's how dedicated I am.
Jesus fuck I can't get over how much of a craving I have for Andy's brown jet propulsion system. I want his rocket down my throat so it wubbers and shakes like a rooster cowl as his corny effluence is shot straight through my body, firing my intestines out prolapsing and flopping about like a pink, chunky garden hose.
I cream myself Sixx times a night thinking of his fat cat scat gothing up my innards.