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I DO NOT OWN ANY MATERIAL FROM MAXIMUM THE HORMONE.
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Junior High 8th grade
Almost Junior High 8th grade level, is Ryo’s brain
Twice a week, rolling around in comic mode
“Hetappi Manga Kenkyujo” is his bible
Even his wife says, “Help me.”
No one can save him…
Not even his sister
For example, a scale’s indicator displaying a weight of 100 grams
And the indicator at 1100 grams after one rotation, are at the same location
The same location
The same location
Those bastards that judge on appearances
Without even knowing the weight, are quick to look down on others
They cannot even imagine how many times the indicator
Went around before arriving at this point
They continue to believe that the back of the back is the front
Those, “Ordinary” and “Average” people
Known as, “Abnormal normal people”
When the, “Sanity” of those, “Decent” people is tormented
This is the result!!
I’m still full of
Anger!!
Take a good look, motherfucker!!
My fangs are still sharp!!
Here we go! Pent up emotions GO!
Possessed by rock, teenage frustrations awakened
Flashbacks even now, lost my temper
School kills 90210 indoor gang
Play my natural curls and stress into my Les Paul
In poverty, find hope in ferocity
Speak fighting words to my senior
Hatred will soon throb inside of me
Revenge of the weak with wounds that won’t heal!
Come on everyone. Take the trouble to bow before me and repent
Now!
Teeth clattering together. In piledriver position
I will stuff acorns and confetti into your urethra!
Punishment!
Shutup!
Speak!
Piss yourself! You’re disgraceful
Unorthodox and orthodox
Tell!
Spell!
Retweet, Like! Push!
Until death!
Riot!
Riot!
Riot!
Now laugh, laugh!
Go fight!
Go fight!
Go fight!
Now learn, learn!
Riot!
Riot!
Riot!
Now laugh, laugh!
Go fight!
Go fight!
Go fight!
Now learn, learn!
Ah! The reason
We have come
Is to shut you up
With our white belts
We just have to
Defeat you
The black belts
And go home
Uraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Noisy idioooooooooooooooooooooot
Shut up you shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
What you deeeeeeeeserve
Ah! Our time
Has passed to clear
All of these grudges
And survive is painful
While we are still
Covered in blood
These feelings
In our chest we killed
I want to bring them back to life.
Right?
It’s totally acceptable to stay this way like a dumb 14-year old until I
Die
I don’t even care
If nobody understands
Don’t give a shit if I don’t get any money out of it
Come on
From here on
Ah…! That
Vexing pain
Of the past
Just let it go.
Junior High 8th grade
Less than Junior High 8th grade is Ryo’s brain
Junior High 8th grade
Less than Junior High 8th grade is Ryo’s brain
