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#“y'all fuckin in there i'm hungry” - my wife
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carli-meows · 1 month
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For Brains - Deranged Myme Crewe
Yo! Somebody say, "Block party on tonight!"
(BLOCK PARTY ON TONIGHT)
Say "Wh-Wha-What's the fright?"
(WH-WH-WH-WH-WHAT'S THE FRIGHT)
Block party's on, and we got the reigns!
(WE GOT THE REIGNS, WE GOT THE REIGNS)
I got me a lil cutie, she wants to eat out my brains!
(BRAINS BRAINS! ALL FOR BRAINS)
Banging on and tearing down the door frame,
All's been said, Recruiting you into the starving dead
With my 6 deep mosh, against your peeps in a mob
Reaching through the plywood and ignoring the doorknob.
Craving human kabab, I drool, my mind bobs-
Keep screamin, whatevs, already ate the guard dog.
You look tasty like steak, Your life's at stake,
And i'mma do whatever the fuck it takes!
Clawin' through the motherfuckin' hood
Lookin' for eats so good, So what's good?
Crawlin' (Crawlin') Crawlin' for brains
Ravens, then the Vultures, then the Crows
The hoarde moves on, that's just how it goes
Crawlin' Crawlin' (Crawlin' for BRAINS!)
I be the worst of the undead; I rip fuckin' limb's off
Gnaw at your jaw bone; just to tear your fuckin' face off
Chainsaw, Bonesaw; Saw both your arms off
Hacksaw your legs; after chewing both your ankles off
Had dreams of going cannibal, the deep end of a pool
Straight up cannon ball, fuck em all, this shit is cool
And like water to your lungs, I'm taking what's mine
You can keep your rotten soul, I wanna tap and bite that spine
Clawin' through the motherfuckin' hood
Lookin' for eats so good, So what's good?
Crawlin' (Crawlin') Crawlin' for brains
Ravens, then the Vultures, then the Crows
The hoarde moves on, that's just how it goes
Crawlin' Crawlin' (Crawlin' for BRAINS!)
I'm that zombie thugster, cranium cruncher,
the mumblin moaning mutilated morsel muncher!
the one draggin their foot, and swaying their head
in a larger pack, an additional 17 dead!
A husband with half an arm missing and a sequel,
twins speak with you, and they both speak evil.
A fuckass wife, 5 juggalo humans,
and 7 undead mymes with smiles end to end.
Clawin' through the motherfuckin' hood
Lookin' for eats so good, So what's good?
Crawlin' (Crawlin') Crawlin' for brains
Ravens, then the Vultures, then the Crows
The hoarde moves on, that's just how it goes
Crawlin' Crawlin' (Crawlin' for BRAINS!)
One of the modes of the coming apocalypse,
3 funny bitches out to chrew on more than lips,
Y'all hate to see us out here, comin' like a subway train
I want peace for the hoard, and you can put that on the brains!
You think we're just brain hungry zombified funkies?
We're a bunch of undead murderous brain junkies!
And you think this is a simple matter of hunger pains,
Hate to be the last one to tell you, but it's all for BRAINS!
Clawin' through the motherfuckin' hood
Lookin' for eats so good, So what's good?
Crawlin' (Crawlin') Crawlin' for brains
Ravens, then the Vultures, then the Crows
The hoarde moves on, that's just how it goes
Crawlin' Crawlin' (Crawlin' Crawlin') All of this just for brains.
All of this just for brains, we did all of this (Just for brains)
We did all of this, just for brains (All of this just for brains)
All of this just for brains, we did all of this (Just for brains)
JUST FOR BRAINS, JUST FOR BRAINS, JUST FOR BRAINS!
Clawin' through the motherfuckin' hood
Lookin' for eats so good, So what's good?
We did all of this just for brains (Crawlin' for brains)
Ravens, then the Vultures, then the Crows
The hoarde moves on, that's just how it goes
All of this just for brains (BRAINS BRAINS, JUST FOR BRAINS!)
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gotnofucks · 4 years
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Love the soft!lee vibes...but also now I'm thinking what if someone HAD said or done something? How would the reader calm down a VERY angry Lee Bodecker?
I swear y'all so nasty
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You waddled behind your husband, shouting and hoping he would calm down. The tear tracks on your cheeks had dried and given way to terror as you saw him checking the bullets in his gun.
"Stop it! Lee!" You begged and he glared at you.
"Stop? Oh I will, right after I put a bullet inside the mouth of the dickwad who hurt you."
Your mouth parted as you saw him get his boots. It had been a while since you saw this this angry, his face turning a dark shade of red.
"He didn't do anything. He just said...a few not nice things"
He walked to you, a hand reaching out to tip your head up. The blue in the eyes had gone dark, fury seeping from him.
"Any person who calls you a whore and my child a bastard will rot in hell. I'm gonna go and dig him a grave. You get my dinner ready, I get hungry after finishing off fuckers."
You knew you should have kept mum about it. But the old bastard in the grocery store had gotten to you with his words, the taunts cutting into your already fragile emotional state. Lee had not been happy to return home to a crying wife, his fists clenched and promise of murder written all over him.
You walked slowly to your husband, your hands toying with the top button of his shirt. He let you fiddle with it, eyes narrowing at you while you chewed your lip in concentration.
“I don’t want our baby to see you like this. They can hear us, you know. The doctor said that, and whenever I hum a song I feel them move. I don’t want them to see their daddy this angry when he has the ability to be so kind and sweet” You said looking at him, placing his hand on your swollen belly and helping him feel the life you both created inside you. Lee’s eyes softened slightly though his muscles stayed bunched.
“I don’t fuckin’ like it when they talk about you. I wanna rip them a new one for even looking at you.” Lee said, his eyes taking on a hot glint as you teased one strap off your shoulder, exposing the column of your neck bearing his marks.
“I know, but you’re the one who gets to have me. You have me in your arms and you bed and your heart. You have me to taste and fill.” You reached for his pants, undoing the button and palming him. “There is more than one way to work off that anger Sheriff. Stay with me and show me you can do that.”
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