I have yet to express myself to this underrated, timeless master piece that out savior has produced for our mortal ears to take part in hearing. The omen I will be creating as a tribute to this heavenly song will only be a small part of how much I love and adore this specific song, it is hard to encompass in our inadequate lexicon and way of speech, but you can trust me that this song was a song humanity far from deserved this. The prayer I recite to our heavenly father, Marshall Mathers known as “FACK”, begins with the phenomenally intricate and sophisticated lyrics that go as follows, “Ah ah ah ahhh” the next line that follows, “I’m gonna fackin cum” for 2 more beautifully worded lines of this the introduction or mental preparation for this song concludes, at this point I am in utter tears for how much this song has touched me on such a spiritual level, Father Mathers goes on to completely overpower me with his words of wisdom and complete clarity, as I am on the ground in tears I hear his pure words piercing through my whimpers, I can clearly make out the first verse which is nothing short of orgasmic, I could feel my eyes rolling back into my head, and then the chorus rolls leaving me some time to catch my breath while still in this semi-conscious coma this song has sung me into. I hear Marshall asking for cigarette so I managed to break my arm free from this paralysis to grab my last pack of cigies, and start to light the whole box on fire so that I might feel something other than his tangible lyrics. He continues on saying things such as “…you’re so fucking hot, oh my god, I wanna fackin’ fack…” Father Marshall insist on a threesome due to his sheer sex drive, I can feel his down to my core and readily prepare my shittinghole for Him, even though I know he would never want this teary eyed sweaty mess that this song has made me into. I relate to these lyrics so much, except my only difference is that I want to be the one that is having the fabulous opportunity to holding this heaven-sent messengers’ kids. The calming words or the chorus start to play ending another episode of this hormonal and emotional roller coaster this song has sent me on. To my dismay he says that he has already ejaculated 2 times, my heart skips a beat, someone was able to have his seed? This feeling overwhelms me leaving me flustered and even more yearning, another spear into my heart was landed when he said “I’m all outta gas” for I was far from that point but thank the heavens for a twist has occurred! He just narrated a finger has been planted into his own ass, as if he’d almost known what I had been doing in hopes he would notice my sacrifice for him, By now I am absolutely bonkers, with almost the whole fist down the hole for Daddy Marshall, he says stuff about him liking boobs and not being gay but it does not matter now, me and Marshall are as one now. As it sounds there has been some type of rodent that was placed into his ass and is now burrowing his way in, in my rush to match his narration perfectly I grab my sock and my mothers vibrater in hopes it’ll simulate my saviors satisfaction, I am met with blood and pure anguish the initial seconds but it is all worth it once I fall into wonder-struck and satisfaction to the testament that our god is now speaking to me, ME! And again, that damned chorus, each syllable being eternally imprinted in my mind, it whispers into my ear through all of my muffled screams, “I’m gonna fackin cum…” then to my horror the conclusion of the song starts to play and goes as “ shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube” and this rattles through my head for another 4 times, and ends with him saying “ew” a few more times. The song has ended, and so have I, this adventure has come to and end, Marshall Mathers voice has left me and I feel lost and confused as to what I should next, I spot my father’s pistol under his bed, this immense loss that instantly falls into my very being sinks into deeper than ever, I load it, cock it and I scream “Gosh Shady” and darkness, this is my end

This is

FACK