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a drinking place.... suitated at the bottom of meeting house./ largantogher/ maghera leeeeed
lets go to the electric box leeeed! bring sum deadly beeeeeeeeer, beats n all shit dwn ere
Commonly used by snipers trying to hit easy clips on children with no thumbs, mental disabilities and Casuals that play for fun.
Shithead 1: “Hey bro wanna invite your cousin”.
Idiot 1: yeah bro I gotchu
Xtra joined the party.
Proceeds to 2 box CW for hours
When a white girl has a big butt.
Yo did you see Kaylee?? that girl got a alabaster boom box!
1 or more people who play xbox and are constantly negative while other people are talking in a lobby(usally around the age of 21 and talk shit to those younger than them)
Justin: Hey Andrew, are we going to Kareem's house today?
Andrew: I think so.
Douche-in-a-Box: (mocking tone) are we going to kareems house today?... Shut the fuck up, ur sooo fucking annoying.
Justin: Wow, mute this fag, he's bein such a Douche-in-a-Box.
Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor
Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges
Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
And the method with which he recycled his humors
Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes
And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior
He skipped this town and headed straight down history
Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo
Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito
Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose
Around his Lotus jugular when they came
Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love
And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face
And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry
A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic
But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne"
"Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics"
His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat
His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend
to get this published, I have to add the name, but they also wouldnt let me add all the elyrics so this is just a part 1! anyways, here's the enamel that this site wanted : Black box warrior (p1)
Apparently is defined as a request to eat ones pussy properly
Bruh, she said “Mack My Box” and so I did.