[Frank]

The courtyard of the temple was over run with all the village's nuns
Who walked with white robes into the bright gold of the shimmering sun
Inside of the holy drapery, clothed in secrecy's cloak, sacredly stood the villain........Kung.
Hidden amongst the tranquility of innocent nuns, hid this malicious, sinister scum,
Who, moved gingerly amongst the benevolent bunch, undetected in the slums.
A notorious killer who crossed over the forested river and over the bridge with a grudge
A sack of gold had been thrown at the toes for the hit against the princely beloved.
A young man named Chen Chung, A prominent figure: a fishermen's son
The mother, the Queen of the Shaolin Empire, he, the offspring of illegitimate cum
The legend has it... Chung's father had stolen her heart, with a fish called a Kisser,
A plump, silvery fish with whiskers, and flesh pink as her clitoris nub
Smitten, she was; as she invited the charming fisherman over for a civilian lunch...
She watched as he skinned the fish and trimmed its guts, and got wet just like his slippery gilly touch.
The King had been out hunting for pigs with muskets in the country side itching for blood
His trigger finger blistering numb, just like his dick, prickly and glum
His Queen hadn't been fucked since they begun their reign over the millions and she was dripping for some
Chung took a whiff of the mountainous air, crisp with the scent of rich cunt
His quick wit and swift tongue, opened her up to his insistent "fun"
She blushed a crimson blush and he brushed the hair out of her eyes - slits of love
Her eyes dimmed and twitched with every promiscuous thrust
She submitted and clung to the fisherman who made love like rocking a boat, flipping her butt,
And giving her stuck up every inch until she flickered and shuttered, and told him he was forbidden and shunned...

His coin plunged into her wishing well and sunk to the bottom with a fitting plunk.
He jumped out of the window as the King pounded on the door like militant drums
The door swung open and the whole room was squishy and stunk, as he sniffed what she'd done in his unrestricted lungs.
His purple heart was smashed like squishing a plum.
As Chung slipped into the riverbed's mist with his pole, line whipping and flung.
The scandal would tear apart the Kung's - they would split the Kingdom
9 months later a baby boy would drift down the river and be fished by Chung.
He raised the boy like his own, teaching him stuff, how to fish: how to fight without fist to cuffs

A tripping nun had caused a commotion in the courtyard for taking a sip of rum...
The other Nuns surrounded her, as he threw the veil over his face, gripping the snub
Kung threw off his veil and his pistol busted, as the Kid would run and flying kick the thug

Chung could hear the Malay from the village and would scramble out of his gritty bunk

The prince would split his lip with a twisting punch and hip toss the wicked nun

Spitting blood, Kung rose to his feet dizzy and stunned and the Kid swiftly flipped him into dung.

Wincing with liquid gums, Kung rose again and saw the fisherman Chung........
His broken wrist reached into his bloody robe and the kid lunged
But the bullet hissed and rung as it ripped through Chung from his pinching thumb.

Kung had tricked the village... if you weren't tricked you were strung
Out on opium when the rhythm of bullets grittily sung...
King Kung never forgot the day the Fisherman Chung had his Queen giddily sprung
He was pissed off, deeply afflicted, in stitches and splints - before the kid beat the shit out a nun

Revenge is a dish, best served cold, and as a dinner for one

Those who live by the sword, get shot by those who live by the gun




"愛情就像著火了友誼。在一開始的火焰，非常漂亮，經常燙和激烈，但仍然只有光線和閃爍。作為愛長大，我們 心裡的成熟，我們的愛變成 如煤，深燃和難以抑制的。