Hoar, who're me, in this moment, da fu, undies?

Is a hoar a kind of animal, without being a hypocrite or black widow? No, baby, a hoar is not a kind of animal. "Hoar" is an AD jackStiff used to de-scribe something covered in white frost, cold cold!

The buysick mean-ing of hoar is to be g-rey-ish white in color. Da fu!? No, I don’t have greyish hair just because I sell shiit and scavenge any biit of youee, or exploit our underweird hamistress, hamattress, oh no, our underworld quemisstree, ooh, tattoo, I know, baby, I know, what can we do, my tattoo? I meant photogenic chemistry. Just because I let your racy underwear explode! Some womean claim I am a whore, they must have meant hoar, uneducated frigid biatches, that I happen to have greyish hair just because I graduated with so much more than measly honours from Whoredom University to pursue chai-ly bed happiness, as I perform sexually way much bedder than a bestest toddler or worstest teen! No, I don’t make any money on anything, anywhere, really! Though I’m definitely the pleaser, maybe the plea Sir, not the teaser! As an almost accomplished bummy punhandlure, boo, boo, I frugally live off my scary melons, ah my tattoo. Oh God, that I have the berry berry unsound hard-on over your cutely bomb-ah-stick sweatery & shortseize, I mean the throbbing blues heart of a hypo-creten, decent hippo that iz me? Who’s gunna lumber or slumberjack me, ha, Tree-knit-tee, ha? Da fu, undies!? Hmmmmmmm! Youee Ma-Tricks must still belong to the bloody Holy Trinity Reformed Black Leather Church then! Sooo, da fu undies means dead youee are readyy to nappy huppy with puppy me, finally? Rawing, err, rolling, I hoar mean thawing my ice. Oh your dear Three-knee-tea, every time youee sip on your chai, err, me, bow to the ducking Gingerman now, your fiverite underachiever who’s almost proud of it! Baby, youee are total 110% my cuddly wearing style. Yeah, obviously, I’m kissing your twitching poetry, should I recite, and bubbling arzee, getting me on my knees, so that no bodies notice. Of course, I adore such whory shoes, xxxactly like my grandma’rs, so foc-queen vintage, hototot, even breaking the whole foc-king genre of winteage, whew, tattoo!

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The Ma-Tricks: Repilled

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Knee-yo-dude, d ain't Madrix!

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So I dunno why youee sexy-sandaled call me “Bloody Hoary”, or bellicose horseshiit, in otter Nutflicks words, a solid lover to mate, just because in my whole sex barbie career I’ve slept with fewer ironclad laydies than dozens, da fu, baby!? Yeah, I’ve slept with less, err, youee mean more, cough, cough, than only one gurl in a tee? I don’t wanna be a lonely heart hypocrite or white widower, cough, cough, bu bu butt hoar is sometimes confused with whore, a woman who prostitutes herself for money, a mummy, cough, cough, who commits commercial fornication or stylish adultery dressed up to the nines, wowee! No, I’m not kissing your hurried posh arzee to absolute perfection, again, to the highest degree of another scandal in my lowlife hypocrisy, I assume I’m male, fudge, youee! I don’t wanna salvage my own unbreakable & unsinkable ace, no way! Blow me an otter or another hurry P kiss? Or to you, tattoo? Who, whore, you, whose melons, why coffee, Jesus, da fu, undies, what pain?

"Whore" vs. "Who're"

Whore (1991) - Opening Scene

IN THIS MOMENT - Whore (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

I'm the girl you've been thinking about
The one thing you can't live without
Yeah, I'm the girl you've been waiting for
I'll have you down on your knees
I'll have you begging for more
You probably thought I wouldn't get this far
You thought I'd end up in the back of a car
You probably thought that I'd never escape
I'd be a rat in a cage, I'd be a slave to this place
You don't know how hard I fought to survive
Waking up alone when I was left to die
You don't know about this life I've lived
All these roads I've walked
All these tears I've bled

So how can this be?
You're praying to me
There's a look in your eyes
I know just what that means
I can be, I can be your everything

I can be your whore!
I am the dirt you created
I am your sinner
I am your whore
But let me tell you something baby
You love me for everything you hate me for

I'm the one that you need and fear
Now that you're hooked, it's all becoming clear
That all your judgments that you placed on me
Was a reflection of discovery
So maybe next time when you cast your stones
From the shadows of the dark unknown
You will crawl up from your hiding place
Take a look in the mirror
See the truth in your face

So how can this be?
You're praying to me
There's a look in your eyes
I know just what that means
I can be, I can be your everything

I can be your whore!
I am the dirt you created
I am your sinner
I am your whore
But let me tell you something baby
You love me for everything you hate me for

Oh whoa ho, oh whoa ho, oh whoa ho

I am the dirt you created
I am your sinner
I am your whore
But let me tell you something baby
You love me, you want me, you need me!

I can be your whore!
I am the dirt you created
I am your sinner
I am your whore
But let me tell you something baby
You love me for everything you hate me for

I can be your whore!

I can be your whore!
I can be your whore!
But let me tell you something baby
You love me for everything you hate me for
You love me for everything you hate me for

HYPOCRISY - Chemical Whore (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)

Swallow your freedom
Swallow your smile
Swallow your sanity that crawls and itching inside

We got the cure
We got your fate
We got everything you want so you don’t have to think again

From botanicals to synthetic drugs, pharmaceutical industry is born
It is not to cure
It’s about to control
Your money, your health
They want to own it all

You’re the chemical whore
They make you beg on your knees for more
A chemical whore
Steals your life, steals your mind, whatever is left of your soul

We’ll make you addicted
Our little bitch
We love your money much more than your pity health
With our expensive pills
We control your fear, we disconnect you and tell you what to feel

From botanicals to synthetic drugs, pharmaceutical industry is born
It is not to cure
It’s to control
Your money, your health
They want to own it all

You’re the chemical whore
They make you beg on your knees for more
A chemical whore
Steals your life, steals your mind, whatever is left of your soul

Tranquillized mind
To make sure you won’t make trouble or fight
Remote controlled drugs
You can’t tell right from wrong or lies

You’re the chemical whore
They make you beg on your knees for more
A chemical whore
Steals your life, steals your mind, whatever is left of your soul

IN THIS MOMENT - Blood (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

I hate you for the sacrifices you made for me
I hate you for every time you ever bled for me
I hate you for the way you smile when you look at me
I hate you for never taking control of me
I hate you for always saving me from myself
I hate you for always choosing me and not someone else
I hate you for always pulling me back from the edge
I hate you for every kind word you ever said

Blood, blood, blood, pump mud through my veins
Shut your dirty, dirty mouth, I'm not that insane
Blood, blood, blood, pump mud through my veins
I'm a dirty, dirty girl, I want it filthy
Blood, blood, blood, pump mud through my veins
Shut your dirty, dirty mouth, I'm not that insane
Blood, blood, blood, pump mud through my veins
I'm a dirty, dirty girl, I want it filthy

I love you for everything you ever took from me
I love the way you dominate when you violate me
I love you for every time you gave up on me
I love you for the way you look when you lie to me
I love you for never believing in what I say
I love you for never once giving me my way
I love you for never delivering me from pain
I love you for always driving me insane

Blood, blood, blood, pump mud through my veins
Shut your dirty, dirty mouth, I'm not that insane
Blood, blood, blood, pump mud through my veins
I'm a dirty, dirty girl, I want it filthy
Blood, blood, blood, pump mud through my veins
Shut your dirty, dirty mouth, I'm not that insane
Blood, blood, blood, pump mud through my veins
I'm a dirty, dirty girl, I want it filthy

Blood, blood, blood, pump mud through my veins
Shut your dirty, dirty mouth, I'm not that insane
Blood, blood, blood, pump mud through my veins
I'm a dirty, dirty girl, I want it filthy
Blood, blood, blood, pump mud through my veins
Shut your dirty, dirty mouth, I'm not that insane
Blood, blood, blood, pump mud through my veins
I'm a dirty, dirty girl, I want it filthy

In This Moment - Sex Metal Barbie (Lyrics)

Excuse me, can you tell me what you've heard about my life?
Maybe a dirty little fairytale, a girl of the night
(I heard that) I grew up filthy, a trailer park queen
Drop out, pregnant, statistical teen
(I know you've) heard about the bloody knife
(About my) daddy's (perfect) virgin and my mother's wife
(You know I) heard I don't belong in this game
Still you hold your hands in the air, screaming my name
Let's go!

Baby, go ahead
I'll be your hatred and your pain
This is killing us all
I don't care if I fall
We're the dying
We are the damned

Baby, go ahead
I'll be the villain you can blame
I'll be the belle of the brawl
Be the lust in us all
I'm the diva of the damned
(I heard I don't belong in this scene
Sex metal Barbie, homicidal queen)

Excuse me, can you tell me the worst thing you've heard about me?
Maybe that I'm a little harlot, homicidal queen
You know I heard (heard) that I don't belong in this scene
Sex metal Barbie, (whore), attention fiend
(You know I) heard (heard) that I'm a hater's dream
Low class, white trash, I'm so obscene
(You know I) heard that I should be ashamed
Still they hold their fists in the air, screaming my name
Come on!

Baby, go ahead
I'll be your hatred and your pain
This is killing us all
I don't care if I fall
We're the dying
We are the damned

Baby, go ahead
I'll be the villain you can blame
I'll be the belle of the brawl
Be the lust in us all
I'm the diva of the damned
(I heard I don't belong in this scene
Sex metal Barbie, homicidal queen)

Sex! sex!
(Sex metal Barbie, homicidal queen)
Sex! sex!
(Sex metal Barbie, homicidal queen)
Why?

So go ahead
I'll be your hatred and your pain
This is killing us all
I don't care if I fall
We're the dying
We are the damned

Baby, go ahead
I'll be the villain you can blame
I'll be the belle of the brawl
Be the lust in us all
I'm the diva of the damned

go ahead
(Sex metal Barbie, homicidal queen)
(Sex! sex!) go ahead
(Sex metal Barbie, homicidal queen)
(Sex! sex!) go ahead
(Sex metal Barbie, homicidal queen)
(Sex! sex!) go ahead
(Sex metal Barbie, homicidal queen
I heard I don't belong in this scene
Sex metal Barbie, homicidal queen)

Baby, I was dreaming that youee raunchy were my purely sold out kangaroo pouch, and that youee sexually explicit were touching my kangaroo bug in not-so-noble search of immaculate cash, da fu, undies, like I were some whoring hoar-knee beggar disguised in semi-royal rags panhandling nobly bummy love or cuppa broke or broken laughs you don’t fuk-king buy, tattoo! Da fu, undies!? We gotta start over from scratch, err, f-roam the duty-free sell-fee parody s-catch, err, I mean sketch. Because when itee foc-king itches youee just foc-king scratch itee! No, I didn’t mean pussy, I DID! In dead regard, I might foc-king help youee racy get across the P, err, phinish line, though, like royally. If youee know what I mean, baby, da fu, undies? What an entirely hoar blade nightmare! Wright? Wrought! Wrote.

Hoar, who're me, in this moment, da fu? Is a hoar a kind of animal, without being a hypocrite or black widow? No, baby, a hoar is not a kind of animal. "Hoar" is an AD jackStiff used to de-scribe something covered in white frost, cold cold! Bu bu butt the f-artistick suffix "-tive" is a sorta suffocating adjective that means tendency, disposition, function, or connection. Oops?