Freak Ship

It seems as though mike does not like to post as much as i, because i can rhyme any time, my hand just touched some slime, mike can dance like a mime, even when he commits a crime, i wish i had 20 dollars but i only have nine, but its ok cause im feeling fine, my car freshner smells like pine, i hate to hear stupid people whine, i wish i had some wine, when i dine, i dont listen to the vines, i drank some milk that wasnt mine, i think this rhyming is a sign to build a shrine (for jesus) good after noon good evening and goodnight


Mike i rhyme with ease, if you please, dont be a tease, let me look underneath, i tend to wheeze in the cold breeze, then fall on my knees, and break my teeth, so just give me your keys, this rhyming will never cease.

Mike you have a mom, her names not tom, but she builds bombs, on her cd rom, with sweaty palms, wish i had some pom-poms

Mike rides a bike, with his friend spike, hes not a dike, but seems to like, when people strike, his little tike, i caught a pike

I had drank some miller, with stacy hiller, in the pillars

put that lotion , into motion, without the notion, of making an evil potion

This is my new rhyme place fun fun spot, where we dont smoke pot, just laugh alot, i might go to mott, but sometimes i think not. Anways i just missed half of Conan O'brian and i am not tired, nor will i be tired cause im an evil non-sleeping mixmaster. Insomnia sucks! But not with ducks, that drive trucks, or that can hit hockey pucks, with mr Huck, the story man without a plan, to get a tan.