In Reply to: Oh yes! I remember you now! posted by Grandpa's Ghost on July 22, 2004 at 15:09:36:
You is gettin' on my LAST nerve.
You is tempting a kali-fied wommon
to blister yer wrinkled white ass
to a crispy shade of beautiful black
if'n you don't shut yer filthy piehole.
Lemme 'splain what it mean to be
messing with a "kali-fied" wommon,
Mr. Slap-de-Wimmins Berg.
Kali be the crazy wommon
of the heathenist Hindu.
She be they goddess of fear,
who dance on the skull of death
and drink the blood of her own
child's afterbirth.
She reach up inside yo' head
and rip yo' tongue,
then she dance
on that tender part of you
til it's fit to eat.
To be on the kali-fied wommon's last nerve,
you is asking for a frightful dance
with all the pain, all the horror,
all the sorrow, ever'thing you ever dread,
cause she be the heathen crazy wommon,
devouring, bottomless mouth of hell
man-eater
And it take an act of God Hisself
to make her stop.
Does you really believe in miracles,
Mr. Slap-de-Wimmins Berg?
Cause that's what it take
to get a kali-fied wommon
off YOUR last screamin' nerve
for somethin' like eternity
or there-abouts.