...and persuades at least twelve of his besotted and distraught liberal fans to self-destruct, as in pull the plug.
"Come hither, come down with us to the valley below
to the outer reaches of The Misty Hades
where we can fondle little boys' buttocks
and all sing together my crappy lullabies - I'm Bad!"
Puke. Go straight to Hell Michael Jackson and don't pass Go.
At least twelve MJ fans have committed suicide so far.
Good riddance to useless eaters.
"Ben...
The two of us need look no more
for I don't care for no boar you whore
'coz I, I a-a-a-am dead
I went to Hell instead
got a date with Right Said Fred
I don't need you no more
Oh Ben...
I'll bend you over my knee
your friend has left indeed
Ben."




