Showing posts with label Elymas Barjesus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Elymas Barjesus. Show all posts

Monday, May 14, 2012

Dedicated to Rhoades’s Toads; aka: Maranatha Bible Society

Once there was a fat old Farce
Pulled his doctrine from his arse
.
Started a so-si-it-tee
Corrupt the Scripture, and with glee
.
Doctrine! Doctrine! He did preach
And with such fair speech
.
Maranatha was their name
To that word a stinking shame
.
Rhoades’s Toads, so they are
Came from near and came from far
.
Had a conference in the summer
To this I was a comer
.
King Farce did spew his lies
On him were all eyes
.
Gospel! Gospel! was the word
Biggest FARCE I ever heard
.
Heard with my own two ears
Elymas teach his peers
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Brought his concubine
Sonja, her face did shine

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Dusty was the fat old Farce
Riley was the little Farce
.
Preterist was Riley’s bud
Never saw such crud!
.
There was a thing he called his wife
Between them there was strife
.
She liked to drink ice tea
This was the PIG named Lee
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There was the Farce so doofus
His dum ass just so goofus
.
Yea you “brother” Jerry
Guffaw and giggle just so merry
.
Wife had a fitting name
“Liedy”, Her and Riley’s daughter were the same
.
Don’t forget Jim and Debbie
Made my ass really blebby
.
Oh-oh, Old Doc Charley
ThD; taught the Scriptures just so purely
.
Doc don’t know Jack Shit
With this bunch a perfect fit

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Biggest Farce was the one called Jitch
Made himself a special niche
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Yes-sir-ee, Word of God is pure
Of this he was sure
.
So sure he would change
Here and there words rearrange
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What gave him such a thought?
Dusty Rhoades! His doctrine bought
.
Me and Jitch got in a tiff
Kicked his ass with a biff
.
That’s the straw that was the last
Rhoades’s Toads...lechery so vast
.
So I wrote o’l Jitch a letter
Think that made things any better?
.
Like Hell it did, goes to show
What Rhoades’s Toads really know

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They went their way, I went mine
Don’t care ‘bout a buncha swine
.
One day I surfed the web
My revulsion did not ebb
.
What Ho! A page they wrote
Puke came up through my throat
.
Think they’re just so wise
Oh Yea! Pigs are pigs, and lies are lies
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Can’t just let this pass
I’ll kick their stupid ass
.
How to do this I sat down to think
Ah! YouTube channel! Made one in a blink
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Gave Farceass Ken a fit
In his pants he did shit

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More about the fat old Farce, Richard Edward Rhoades
The founder of...Rhoades’s Holy Toads
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His first wife died, left him all alone
Called another girl, called her on the phone
.
This woman was divorced, she was really hot
Dusty’s dick got hard, Bible mattered naught
.
Could have been his daughter, she was really young
Twenty-three years to be exact, out the window the Bible got flung
.
As time went on she left his ass, ever wonder why?
This was before Viagra, his dick no longer spry
.
This same Farce gets up, preaches to his Toads
“Holy-Holy-Holy”, his name is Dusty Rhoades
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Think this matters to Ken Brandt? Think again real hard
Ken’s ass just like Dusty, both made out of lard

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“The Prederist” deserves special note, Toads thought he was so true
Leaven came from him, like the Bible says, this leaven really grew
.
Never knew what that was, WOW I sure found out
Didn’t matter to the Toads, Doctrine this would flout
.
Una Una Unity!! Don’t disturb our kitty pool
Kitty pool in which we play, of VOMIT it is full
.
Riley knew all this, do you think it mattered?
Like Hell it did, didn’t want the Toads all scattered
.
So this pile of shit, right under my fair nose
How “holy” these Toads really are, this it really shows

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So ends the saga of the Toads
Toads started by Dusty Rhoades
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These Toads are just so holy
KJV, they use it solely
.
Everybody but the Preterits
He thinks the Greek is best
.
Wonder why I think they’re a farce?
This poem take and parse
.
Dusty Rhoades died and went to Hell
On Ken Brandt his office fell
.
So on goes this puddle of holy puke
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