Live journal bite me

I just typed this long entry about in jokes and this fucking awesome Russian rapper me and my friend Annie are insane over but are pretty sure is a massive hoax. Check out his website, http://www.illmitch.com and read the lyrics to one of his songs here and maybe I will write all the crap I just wrote again cause it was funny. I hope Ill Mitch does not have this shit copyrighted or he may sue me or ride his skateboard over and punch me while rapping.

Ill Mitch- Heyladiesfans

(Chorus):
Heyladiesfans can we fall in love?
I fit with you like a boxing glove
You need me and I accept it
I believe in love, I’m no skeptic
(repeat)

Come to Ill Mitch bedroom and get a rub,
Or Ill Mitch bathroom and get in tub, (bubbly)
And you can wash me (clean my area)
Look how you like it
I’ve got crystal balls, a Russian psychic
I’m reading your mind, learning your taste
Take the tickle me train below my waist, (?) All aboard!
Next stop heaven,
Be careful Ill Mitch’s engine’s revving

(Chorus)

(scrub my squash)
Now they say I’ve got a lot of women, I get skills from Hong Kong to Yemen,
(you like my Volvo?)
Why? You know why,
Because it’s paradise, I put lemon
They don’t complain, they give me food
They wash my dish, they feed my fish
People think they’re with me cause my raps are clever
Really it’s because I’m in love forever

(Chorus)

Hey no pressure,
Clean my floor
Mow my lawn
Clean my area
Who’s this in my room?
Get out of my (?)
This is my fire escape, not yours!!
Turn off the lights, no wait,
Find my car keys, you’re leaving.