leaving comments
I must be retarded, I can’t figure out how to leave comments on people’s blog posts. I see other people leaving comments, but how do I? Am I alone on this one? Magnets, how the fuck do they work?
The well over due release from my side project, In Greedy Ants, song is called “She’s Gonna Lie”. You can expect no less from Jimmytheloch. Shit is funny.
Expect new Hip Hop soon as well, new album is almost complete. Including a fire track featuring the freshly named Intikana and Justone, with Jonas aka DJ Allen Spinsberg on the beat.
Solar Molars all day.
Penis & Vagina POWER!!
New SHIT! Check out “Ain’t Talking About Love” off the upcoming album “A Cult Following.” If you enjoyed “Jimmy Mack” then you’ll love this one. It’s very fast, try to keep up.
Peace!
Jimmytheloch
Happy Earth Day! To help celebrate the occasion, we bring you a special message from Jimmytheloch, where he teaches us how to save the planet and appreciate the small things in life, such as a double-ended vagina’s made out of rock.
I must be retarded, I can’t figure out how to leave comments on people’s blog posts. I see other people leaving comments, but how do I? Am I alone on this one? Magnets, how the fuck do they work?
Bistro feat. me, jimmy the loch and everyone in the building
kinda wish i didnt sound like that…
“gin and juice”
Elvish cunt butter
Use my face as your bread
Spread yourself evenly
There are no steaks involved for a job well-done
I want to taste fantasy
Swim in the glaze that stretches from mouth corners to respective ears
I’ll be your pleasure culprit
Even though I can’t tell if you’re an Elf or a Vulcan
Speak dirty Sindarin to me
Elvish cunt butter is the main ingredient to dissipate my former bitterness
Your mischievous clitoris gets pussy whipped by my tongue’s surface
I lose pink inches in your fun tunnel
To be cumtinued…
I floss with seaweed and brush my teeth with coral reef
Fully submerged with deathly urges to search sunken pirate ships
I wouldn’t make it a fraction of the way before panicking and flailing to the surface
Gasping for numerators
I see corpses beneath seahorses
Try to breath like a finless porpoise
The water eats tourists and sharks guard where the morgue is
Liquid dwellers don’t pay a mortgage
There’s no land shortage, waterways support us
DRUNK SEXTION
Bulbous poems lift up totems erected, earnest goes to camp
Purchase a solar lamp, tackle polar bears and launch mortar flares
Armed with whips and chairs to tame lions
Same appliance
Split DNA strands, summon Efrit’s double helix
I come equipped with jungle twine
What the fuck happened to water references?
It’s similar, just different rendering
When structures crumble it’s negative skin off my back
I get tricked into yawning
Then stick to building like retractable awnings
This is fun.