Go joseph, go joseph, its yo birthday, its yo birthday!!
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ozuma was sitting cross legged (indian style), meditating in that (OLD STINKY ROTTING) warehouse the saint shields live in. he had recently found an old radio some spoilt kid had probably thrown out and had found a good station. Nova100 they called it. A song came on, and before he knew it he was singing softly to it.
(lyrics for put the needle on it by danni minouge)
Take the bait, bite the line
I got the place, you got the time
I'm lickin' my lips did I make you blush
I'll let you in, the sweat you're in
The temperature is, rising
So hot I may wanna take my clothes off
Ah, ah, ah
He was lost in the music, so he didn't notice joseph creeping along the top of an (OLD STINKY ROTTING) crate, holding an (OLD STINKY ROTTING) dead road-killed possum.
Come inside, you're drippin' desire
Let the music make you rise up
Dirty hands, is what I demand
Let the music make you rise up
Oh put the needle on it
I'll tell you where I want it
C'mon and spin me on it
All my freaks say
Put the needle on it
I'll tell you where I want it
C'mon and spin me on it
All my freaks say
Joseph was now directly above the singing ozuma, and was positioning the (OLD STINKY ROTTING) possum above ozuma's head. I dare you now, to be bad
D'ya want the best you've ever had?
You look so tame boy let me wild you up
Keep the lights, dark and low
I'll keep you up all night until you
Feel it vibrating through your bones
Dirty hands, I demand
Just as a break came in the song, joseph let go of the (OLD STINKY ROTTING) possum's tail. DIRECT HIT!
"AAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
ozuma leapt up and flung the (OLD STINKY ROTTING) possum off his head. It hit the wall with a dull THUD and and fell to the floor. Ozuma spun around to see joseph take off, racing away across the tops of (OLD STINKY ROTTING) crates. "YOU DIE TODAY, IMP!!" ozuma yelled and took off after him, through the (OLD STINKY ROTTING) warehouse.
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I couldn't help it why on earth would the stupid paintbrush hair choose an OLD STINKY ROTTING warehouse to house his team?!?! Dosent he have any pride!?!?
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ozuma was sitting cross legged (indian style), meditating in that (OLD STINKY ROTTING) warehouse the saint shields live in. he had recently found an old radio some spoilt kid had probably thrown out and had found a good station. Nova100 they called it. A song came on, and before he knew it he was singing softly to it.
(lyrics for put the needle on it by danni minouge)
Take the bait, bite the line
I got the place, you got the time
I'm lickin' my lips did I make you blush
I'll let you in, the sweat you're in
The temperature is, rising
So hot I may wanna take my clothes off
Ah, ah, ah
He was lost in the music, so he didn't notice joseph creeping along the top of an (OLD STINKY ROTTING) crate, holding an (OLD STINKY ROTTING) dead road-killed possum.
Come inside, you're drippin' desire
Let the music make you rise up
Dirty hands, is what I demand
Let the music make you rise up
Oh put the needle on it
I'll tell you where I want it
C'mon and spin me on it
All my freaks say
Put the needle on it
I'll tell you where I want it
C'mon and spin me on it
All my freaks say
Joseph was now directly above the singing ozuma, and was positioning the (OLD STINKY ROTTING) possum above ozuma's head. I dare you now, to be bad
D'ya want the best you've ever had?
You look so tame boy let me wild you up
Keep the lights, dark and low
I'll keep you up all night until you
Feel it vibrating through your bones
Dirty hands, I demand
Just as a break came in the song, joseph let go of the (OLD STINKY ROTTING) possum's tail. DIRECT HIT!
"AAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
ozuma leapt up and flung the (OLD STINKY ROTTING) possum off his head. It hit the wall with a dull THUD and and fell to the floor. Ozuma spun around to see joseph take off, racing away across the tops of (OLD STINKY ROTTING) crates. "YOU DIE TODAY, IMP!!" ozuma yelled and took off after him, through the (OLD STINKY ROTTING) warehouse.
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I couldn't help it why on earth would the stupid paintbrush hair choose an OLD STINKY ROTTING warehouse to house his team?!?! Dosent he have any pride!?!?