Therefore, I'm gonna eat a Billy's Pan Pizza. Who among you is man enough to try and stop me? None, I dare say!
Here's part of a song I'm working on:
You may be king / But I hold the ace
I'll knock out your teeth / Piss in your face
It's called "Boom Boom Boom (Goes My Heart)".
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Is it a love song?
I guess it depends on which pope you're talking about. Alexander Pope?
It's a hard-KNOCK life... for Ace / It's a hard-KNOCK life... for Ace / And la la LA la la / La la la la LA la la
That is truly gross looking. You actually eat that? Willingly? Who in their right mind would want to stop you - if you want to ingest that sort of culinary horror, that's your business. No wonder your heart goes "boom boom." Mine just goes thumpa-thumpa like god intended, since my arteries aren't instantanteously clogged up by Billy's Pan Pizza.
I think Billy's man enough to stop you. Do YOU have a pizza named after you? Billy does. Billy's all kinda of badass like that.
Sara: Actually, I have several pizzerias named after me.
Katie: I'm the kind of guy who virtually lives on beer and potato chips, yet remains slim as an iPod Nano. Don't you just hate me? But yeah, I'll probably die early.
I think all songs in the world should be about Ace. It's a hard-knock life for him...
I've created a monster.
(I call him Billy da Monstah. He lives in the ghetto. Ghetto Monstah. Dass muh Billy.)
Ace is Koala and everyone else at the same time. You could see Ace as a combination of Adam and Eve - a universal human creature who takes the shape of all of us, regardless of skin color, sex etc etc etc. It's the human beginning of everything. Everyone who says something else is unsex sausage. UNsexy.
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