From Fang, to Seraphs.
آپ don't know how sick آپ make me
آپ make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
آپ must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
آپ may not think آپ do, but آپ do
Every time I think of آپ I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write آپ a little poem
But off of the dome would probably be a little more, مزید suitable for this type of song--whoa
I got a million reasons off the سب, سب سے اوپر of my head that I could think of
Sixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta
So dump it, I'ma start right here I'll just be brief I'm
Bout to rattle off some of the reasons
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I can't believe I went and did this stupid stuff again
If آپ only knew how much I hated you
For every thing آپ ever put us through
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who
آپ don't know how sick آپ make me
آپ make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
آپ must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
آپ may not think آپ do, but آپ do
Every time I think of آپ I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write آپ a little letter
But I thought a song would probably be a little better
Instead of a letter
That you'd probably just shred up--yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of
How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid piece a
Paper, I'd rather let آپ see how
Much I hate آپ in a freestyle
I hope آپ get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your guts, I hope آپ die
Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not کڑوا, تلخ یا mad
It's just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna
Yack-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ack
What else can I do, I haven't got a clue
Now I guess I'll just اقدام on, I have no choice but to
But every time I think of آپ now, I'll I wanna do
Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke
آپ don't know how sick آپ make me
آپ make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
آپ must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
آپ may not think آپ do, but آپ do
Every time I think of you, I puke
I think that pretty much settles it.
BTW THIS IS EMIN3M "Puke"
آپ don't know how sick آپ make me
آپ make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
آپ must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
آپ may not think آپ do, but آپ do
Every time I think of آپ I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write آپ a little poem
But off of the dome would probably be a little more, مزید suitable for this type of song--whoa
I got a million reasons off the سب, سب سے اوپر of my head that I could think of
Sixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta
So dump it, I'ma start right here I'll just be brief I'm
Bout to rattle off some of the reasons
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I can't believe I went and did this stupid stuff again
If آپ only knew how much I hated you
For every thing آپ ever put us through
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who
آپ don't know how sick آپ make me
آپ make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
آپ must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
آپ may not think آپ do, but آپ do
Every time I think of آپ I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write آپ a little letter
But I thought a song would probably be a little better
Instead of a letter
That you'd probably just shred up--yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of
How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid piece a
Paper, I'd rather let آپ see how
Much I hate آپ in a freestyle
I hope آپ get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your guts, I hope آپ die
Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not کڑوا, تلخ یا mad
It's just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna
Yack-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ack
What else can I do, I haven't got a clue
Now I guess I'll just اقدام on, I have no choice but to
But every time I think of آپ now, I'll I wanna do
Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke
آپ don't know how sick آپ make me
آپ make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
آپ must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
آپ may not think آپ do, but آپ do
Every time I think of you, I puke
I think that pretty much settles it.
BTW THIS IS EMIN3M "Puke"
Height: 6'7
Weight: 95 pounds
Eyes: Red.
Hair: Black
Weapons: Pistol, hidden dagger.
History: Raised سے طرف کی the joker and abonded سے طرف کی
parents. Joker taught her evil, but she realized it was wrong and refused to continue. She still keeps close with him and visits him in jail. She joined the team and loved it. She had a demon haunting her and everyone got fed up. She walked away from it all before it went any futher. She has taken the path of evil. Her hair turned black and her eyes are permenently red from the hate she feels.
Powers: Teleportation, Flight(Wings), levetation, transformaition(Humans and animals.)
Skills: Good with guns.
Civies: Black turtleneck and jeans.
'Stume: Black turtleneck dress and ہار with keys symbolising being the keeper of hell.
Secret ID: Adrian Martin
Age: 14
Appearance: about 5’8”, muscular but not super ripped, dirty blonde hair with a blue streak, one blue eye and one brown eye
Civvies: jeans, teeshirt, blue jean jacket, شارک tooth necklace
Costume: civvies with sunglasses and wildly styled hair.
Personality: quiet, keeps to himself, a teeny bit egotistical when he talks, doesn’t like to talk to many girls, but does have a soft spot for some who seem down-to-earth
Powers: limited invulnerability, uses knives and blades, poison and explosives expert
Bio/History: He refuses to disclose this.
So.. yeah. That's me.