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Emperor Prince has beaten michael on the soundtrack album charts with his classic “Purple Rain”, still in the top 5, 1040 weeks!
A fact that Hannibal ignores.
Like the horny woodpecker himself, Hannibal loves peeping into boys locker rooms after the game. Excited, sweaty bodies with some swinging dongs in the steamy showers. The palsy usually brings some toys for tots gifts, which include michael mcJackson’s entire catalogue on clearance. When boys play rough, barks echo through the tunnels. As Hannibal tries to get boys to grab the CD’s, some boys laugh. To get the school age tots interested, Hannibal has filled pillowcases with unsold Halloween candy he picked up at 90% off.
Pri$Zilla now claims that during michael’s fake lavender marriage to Lisa Maria, the dirty dancer ravished nine different boys behind her back. The greed queen begged her daughter to divorce the woodpecker, and take him to the cleaners. She wanted some money from the deal too.
Michael beating prince and Elvis on the Forbes list
Michael 140 million
Elvis 75 million
prince 24 million b charts dont sell prince not famous
Uk album charts
Essential Michael Jackson at 3
Thriller at 10
Bad at 43
No Elvis or prince on the album charts
Thriller lp number two on the vinyl album chart
Essential Michael Jackson number one on streaming chart
Thriller number one on the hip hop single charts
Tiny michael loved watching forced showers in locker rooms after mandated gym class or after a football game. Boys would bow their heads in humiliation of dehumanizing community gatherings. Boys would get nude, line up for mass inspections by the violent coach. His chunky fingers felt for lumps and bumps as he lofted their ball sacks and dongs, Screams, barks and gut wrenching sobs would pierce the echoes. The stink of rancid spunk made little eyes burn as the steamy showers definitely burned the flesh off the bones. Fatties stood under the nozzles, the pink flesh, bright red from the pain of boiling water. michael loved when mean priests filed in, demanding to be serviced for randy dandy pleasures.
I think, or I am quite sure, that Hannibal hires a Michael impersonator to meet him in his dressing room, right up to the showers.
Kitty Cimarron: “The priest won’t leave the boys alone”
You don’t have to be old to be wise
Feeling pretty randy
Holding on tight tonight *
The priest won’t leave the boys alone *
He crawled on broken little knees
You know how to boogie
He wept in front of the hefty priest
Chicken hopping frenzy
He cried his little eyes out
Open heart surgery
Bishop Finley robbed his cradle *
Screaming palsy, voice box removed *
He hung like a dolly in the breeze
His nose was packed with white powder
Screaming from a twisted little mouth
Kitty Cimarron: “Before oral, knock out the teeth”
Two for the price of one
Dirty undies removed
Drop kicking tot
Rumbling action
The sorest loser
Lifted his honker to the stink
A thousand times, a thousand tears
Bloody mouth, chattering chin
I lifted his skull by pinching his nose up
He passed out stone cold
No teeth in his fuk king mouth
Mattress stains, biting bed bugs
Slobbering drool on the wiener
Fatties were told to line up like cattle
He told his mama, he lost his life
You don’t know how the dolly feels
Knocking against the priest’s giant belly
Hannibal is locked up in his institution again.
Now he can make his move there to grab boys in the locker room. Hannibal is dressing up as Michael there!
With slapping flesh and slapping palms, drool drizzled out the side of his stupid mouth. The palsy screamed as the hefty priest walked in hip pumping proud.
The priest shook his hips after the butt session… Hannibal was happy again too, with tears in his eyes.
Every single night, Hannibal rocks fatty Hans little body. Tears burn all four blood shot eyes as the stain track his flushed red hog cheeks. The smacking flesh, the raw fire, the sweet stink of BO. He fell to his twisted knees as the priest laughed, NUDE.
So true, Red Lady! It is proof that if you fall for a gay pHEdO artist, you must be gay yourself, like Hannibal, for example!
Kitty Cimarron: “Fat boys circle around the NUDE priest”
When boys get hog tied
No hair, don’t care
Building the boy beast
Health scare
Down south somewhere
He dropped you for him
Sweet, sweet power lust
He swarms like a toad
So delicious, divine
Circled around the nude priest
Boys line up for mass inspections
Public indecency boogie
Napoleon sheds his skin
Slobbering rod to please randy Todd
Romp in the hay [ the boy turned gay ]
When the boy calls, answer the phone
Please don’t tell your selfish mama what we do
Kitty Cimarron: “Of priests and men”
Rock your little body, rock his body bag
Spunk leaked from his nose to under the chin
The palsies think they will live like heroes
His body was forcibly removed by imported hand
Severed heads lined up by the weight of the soldier
When boys run nude, they will get caught
Screaming from a twisted little mouth
He crawled on broken little knees
Caught in the middle of the raging storm
Priests follow boys to make them into men
With flat of palms, he smacked that boy’s ass
Put your bobbling skull on mah shoulder
He hung like a dolly in the breeze
It flopped out of his stupid little mouth
Drool coated his bare, goose pimpled lap
His throat was sore from the log that went down smooth
Kitty Cimarron: “Pumped on the balcony, pushed down the stairs”
Shadow riding palsy
Quick gyrating action
Feeing pretty randy
Shattered brain
Violent temper complex
Crater of the pimple
Call the boys home
Sickest pleasures
Open heart surgery
When Asian boys please men
The boys were boiled alive
You know how to boogie
Chicken hopping frenzy
Spreading those corn toes
Tear him up, upside down
He cried his little eyes out
His nose was packed with white powder
He wept in front of the hefty priest
You don’t have to be old to be wise
Pumped on the balcony, pushed down the stairs
You really need at least one bit of a brain cell to love MJ; the rest of those remaining brain cells would have died off quickly just from listening to Michael!
We haven’t forgotten how bad their hearing must be… a pile of shit is nothing compared to it.
In the steam oven or sauna, Hannibal would certainly have dong work with Michael until Michael’s nose melted from the heat into shit.
michael’s skeleton has melted in his smelly casket.
Let alone how many germs harbor in that box..