Gack x yam (SATIRE FANFICTION)

- The worst day of gacks life ever (Part 7.) -

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Gack was dancing to Billie Jean by Michael Jackson, Until Ziola and Lemon broke into his house. They started singing the entirety of Weird bed by Joe hawley (Try our simulator said the death engineer
Would it stimulate her any more than what's here
Vibrating the bed became a swirling vortex
Johnnying the depths of fun and girling cortex
Yes please
I am only velveteen she said with a flair
Fear not any pain for which I am unprepared
Icicled the larynx slid a tongue into me
Come and dance she teased as if we hadn't been hit
Handling waist we hard tried not to let go of it
Rolling overcomers past alternative will
Heads expecting former grati'ication but still
Yes please
Stopped at they were hanging on for ninesome by gosh
Buskers splayed all blood on 3rd Street Promenade
Hopping 'styles attributing to bunnies on fours
Dreaming in reverse may well be falling up doors
Someone threw an apple at a grandfather guard
Someone crossed a t and she should have been at least disbarred
Generations squalormander'd after Japan
Towns and Easter Island stoning henges again
Ending with an 'atian formed in some other phase
Bending over forwards see the back that you made
Earning leisure interest I confide you impress
There is nothing more to say old Childlike Empress
Yes please quoth Tsunami Tah) The fastest they could. (They were summoning Joe Hawley HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!) Then, Joe Hawley teleported inside of Gacks house. "OH MY FUCKINGG GODDD EW!!!! IS TAHT JOE HAWLEY THATS FUCKINGN DISGUSTING GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE RIGJT NOW!!!! I HATE TALLY HALL SO FUCKING MUCH!!!!! KYS JOE HAWLEY!!!!!" Gack screamed loudly. "Your mother's so fat they didn't call Ghostbusters
Stay Puft Man was all, "I don't trust her"
In other words, she ate him
Stay Puft Man's big, so that's how we know she's fat
Just to clarify
Basketball, a basketball
Yeah, well, your mother is a basketball
I went there, your mother is a basketball
A basketball, she's a basketball
Stop
Everybody take 5
Good show, guys, but I don't feel a vibe
Let it all out, don't hold back; incriminate
Here on this court, you gotta push it to the limit, mate
Reach deep inside, throw the shots, come alive
I'll be here tweeting the whole thing live
So guys, be loquacious
Show off your gall!
What did you say his mother was again?
A basketball
A basketball
After all, she's bouncing like she had a bottle of Adderall
She's also fat, not sure if I mentioned that
Twenty-nine inches wide from all sides, to be exact
Man, that's wack, I object, but, to change the subject
I double dribbled your Mom's bombs and she liked it
Now I'm flying higher than a window wiper
Where you're airing free throws like a drunken sniper
Im'a lead you to reason like the Zeppelin piper
If your mom were on Tinder, I'd swipe her right 'cause I like her
She's spherical, meaningful, clear and clerical,
A leather planet with the gravity that makes you feel the pull
Ooh, feeling it now, moves smooth, so adroit
World's hearing it now, down under to Detroit
Pity the pal who fails to score a swish,
Never gonna hit the buzzer 'cause she just won't fit!
Not that curvy's bad boys, in fact, it's sad
That the women's NBA's not all round and rad
Don't lose ground, be a man
Do they fit basketballs with gastric bands?
Oedipus Rex, Electra complex
Pegasus wings on these foot springs but I digress
Surf's up aboard a tidal wave of jump
'Yo 'boks probably don't even pump, chump!
Sup?!
I got pump up 'boks, I palm a ball in my hand
And shoot infinity points from up across this land
So you can't press the man if you know what's best, son
Lest you wanna become a tripping guessing lesson
Slam dunk!
Foul?
Ref, make the call!
O gee, o gosh, this is all too much
Guys, I gotta confide
I'm just an actress, y'all
Picked last at the dang-blasted casting call
Some games don't have winners
Some chickens don't end up on plates for dinners
They contain the innards
But we know the sun will always rise and always fall
And that your mother will always be a basketball
Basketball, a basketball
If you're listening, your mother is a basketball
That's right, you!
Your mother is a basketball
She's a basketball, bouncy basketball
Over the rainbow in despair
Somehow, somewhen, someway, somewhere." Joe Hawley replied. "SHUT THE FUCK UP JOE
HAWLEY!!!! JUST FUCKING BE QUIET YOUR SO FUCKING ANNOYING ALL OF UR SONGS ARE ASS." Gack shouted into Joe Hawleys ear. Joe Hawley changed the music to banana man and then they all started dancing, except for Gack. They absolutely fucking destroyed gacks house, After that they left gacks house a mess. "IM GOING TO FUCKING DIE." Gack screamed, he fell face first onto the ground and started having a breakdown.
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