by Apocalypto Schwartz

Created on: May 20, 2007   Last Updated: October 31, 2008

If you think it's about money, you're greatly mistaken.
I'm not going to put my body through the paces
I put my body through to earn a few more dollars.
Thus Quoteth the Raven,
Everything but the 26 million dollars,
Please,
Tear down the MLB Opera House,
Meanwhile,
In the bowels of AT & T,
Half mask, black cloak, organ.
Bonds,
Meanwhile,
Look up in the sky,
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's 6 inning Jesus.

Let's all gather by the river, he has risen.
Shit heels glory.
The chorus sings, The stars at night are big and bright,
Please don't ask I have a special arrangement.
What a hero.
Forget the money, he says,
Like offering a forkfull of cheesecake,
Forget it you kidding me? You're too generous and i'm too stuffed,
This one is for a championship, for the world series of God country. Simper Fi. Chone Figgins, etc.
I will bring unto you the bloody sock of my love,
And I'm good and I couldn't eat another bite.
What's 26 million dollars for 6 innings once a week, other times
There will be times that I am not among you,
I will be among you always when I'm home with the family or golf. Or Thursdays.
I will always be among you because of his testament, and the holy conglomerate of the interlocking NY,
For am I not obviously worth such enormous sums, and if not than is not the myth,
In the world of Loki challenging Aaron, is not Thor the only solution?
So bringth upon me the ball and I will bring forth a multitude of things.
Indeed yay on to the people and yay on to the fans.
And yay on to thee,
Who throweth at heads,
Tosser of wood, strange and paulsey like.
And giant legs, GIANT LEGS, Sartorius, and thigh.
And rage. Rage. Rage, Comissioner, Where does thou arise?
He has arisen again.

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