And like clockwork, there's Elvis the dickface pretending he's some down=to-earth farmer, while he beats his keyboard while frothing at the mouth like the pussy he is.

Of course Fish Prince pointed it out more eloquently than you could - he's not a dumbfuck paste-eating Cooger dipsh!t like you are.

Go wash out your vag.
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She was standin' alone over by the juke box, like she'd something to sell.
I said "baby, what's the goin' price?" She told me to go to hell.

Bon Scott - Shot Down in Flames