mwah! *blows a kiss*

Four, three, two, fuck you

Listen up y'all, this shit is ironic

Strider’s beats are best suited to trolls hooked on phonics

Karkalicious definition makes Terezi loco
She wants to know the secrets that she can’t taste in my photo

Dyin’ just to know the flavor

I ain’t doin’ her no favors

No reasons why I tease

Her flush just comes and goes like seasons

I’m Karkalicious (so delicious)

No, I don’t do kismesis

And if you read any fanfics

All that shit is fictitious

I blow kisses (mwah!)

Don’t matter if we’re just moirails

Trolls be lining down the veil for a chance to fill a pail



(Four, three, two, fuck you)
So delicious (super sweet)

So delicious (fuckin’ adorabloodthirsty)

So delicious (even egbert wants a piece of me)

I’m Karkalicious (l-l-l-l-like candy, candy)

Karkalicious def-,

Karkalicious def-,

Karkalicious def-
Goddammit, doc scratch, stop fucking around with my mic-

Karkalicious definition makes the shippers crazy

Nepeta’s always squealin’ cutsey pet names like Karkitty

I’m the K to the A, R, K, the A, the T,

And the majority of pairings had better include me

I’m Karkalicious (so delicious)

My body stays vicious

All the highbloods feelin’ nervous ‘cuz I’m doing some fitness

Zahhak’s my witness (*whistle*)

Bet that ship curls Nepeta’s tail

And he’ll be needing all the towels ‘cuz I'mma make him sweat pails

(Four, three, two, fuck you)

So delicious (super sweet)

So delicious (fuckin’ adorabloodthirsty)

So delicious (even egbert wants a piece of me)

I’m Karkalicious
Now you nooksuckers hold the fuck up, check it out

Baby, baby, baby,

If you really want me,

Honey get some patience,

Maybe then you’ll get a taste

I’ll be tasty, tasty,

I’ll be laced with lacy,

It’s so tasty, tasty,

It’ll make you crazy

T, to the A, to the S T E Y - fuckin’ tasty
T, to the A, to the S T E Y - fuckin’ tasty

D, to the E, to the L I C I O U S
To the D, to the E, to the, to the, to the-
I’ll just spell it out for you!

All the time I turn around trolls gather round
Always sniffin’ at me, wanna guess the color of my blood

I just wanna say it now I ain’t trying to round up any drama, little fucker, I just don’t want you to know

And I guess I’m coming off as just a little insecure although I keep on repeating how the secret’s fucking awesome

But I’m tryin’ to tell, it’s a secret that I just don’t wanna tell

Terezi says I smell delicious (so delicious)

No, I don’t do kismesis

And if you read any fanfics

All that shit is fictitious

I blow kisses (mwah!)

Don’t matter if we’re just moirails

Trolls be lining down the veil for a chance to fill a pail

Four, three, two, fuck you

My body stays vicious

Zahhak’s been feeling nervous 'cuz I got down to business

Nepeta’s my witness (meow~!)

I’ll even let her first ship sail

Just watch that kitten be the first in line to fill a pail

So delicious (Eridan, see)

So delicious (you can trust me)

So delicious (I’ll help you be)

I’m Karkalicious (l-l-like candy, candy)

It’s so delicious (ay, ay, ay, ay)

So delicious (ay, ay, ay, ay)

So delicious (ay, ay, ay, ay)

I’m Karkalicious, (she says my blood is like candy, candy)

T, to the A, to the S T E Y - fuckin’ tasty
T, to the A, to the S T E Y - fuckin’ tasty

T, to the A, to the S T E Y - fuckin’ tasty
T, to the A, to the, to the, to the, to the
To the D, to the E, to the L I C I O U S
To the D, to the E, to the L I C I O U S
To the D, to the E, to the L I C I O U S
To the D, to the E, to the-
Now, wait just a motherfucking second!

Do I seriously have to spell this shit until the end of the fucking song?
I mean, whoever fucking wrote the original never had access to spellcheck I guess
Because T-A-S-T-E-Y does NOT spell “tasty.” Was this Fergie douchemuffin illiterate or something?
What do you mean human rap artists are the only ones brave enough to write their own grammatical trainwrecks and call it music!? What the fuck even is Will Smith doing?
He doesn’t throw down sick fires anymore!?
Fuck this shit, I quit.

anonymous asked:

Four, three, two, fuck you. Listen up y'all, this shit is ironic-- Strider's beats are best suited to trolls hooked on phonix! Karkalicious definition makes terezi loco She wants to know the secrets that she can't taste in my photo. Dyin' just to know the flavor I ain't doin' her no favors No reasons why I tease Her flush just comes and goes like seasons. I'm karkalicious (so delicious) No, I don't do kismesis. And if you read any fanfics All that shit is fictitious. I blow kisses (mwah!) Don't

Don’t matter if we’re just moiraills
Trolls be lining down the veil for a chance to fill a pail

((mod cherry: thank you for the opportunity to use this sketch in my drafts

a-pandasquiggle  asked:

Spam Listen up y'all, this shit is ironic-- Strider's beats are best suited to trolls hooked on phonix! Karkalicious definition makes terezi loco She wants to know the secrets that she can't taste in my photo. Dyin' just to know the flavor I ain't doin' her no favors No reasons why I tease Her flush just comes and goes like seasons. I'm karkalicious (so delicious) No, I don't do kismesis. And if you read any fanfics All that shit is fictitious. I blow kisses (mwah!) Don't matter if we're ju-

st morails trolls be lining down the veil for a chance to fill a pail 

im so delici-

(someone continue p l e a s e)

Okay one more thing…. imagine this….

Character A catches character B, a headstrong, hardworking type, looking pale and clammy as they get dressed for work, or whatever obligation they might have. A asks B about it over breakfast (which they aren’t having much of), but B just avoids the question. They say they’re feeling fine even as they leave a barely-touched meal behind and start toward the door to leave. But on their way out, A stops B with a hand on the shoulder from behind. “Look at me for a second,” A says. B grumbles, but turns around. Their face is flushed and their eyes are hazy. A remarks that they don’t look good and lays a hand on B’s forehead. They’re burning up.

A tells B that they’ve got a fever and should be in bed. After some bickering and bargaining, A leads B into their bedroom by the shoulders, and they begrudgingly climb under the sheets. A tries to put a thermometer between B’s lips, but B, sitting bolt upright, takes the thermometer and insists that they can do it. A lets them, and their temperature is definitely a bit high. A gently eases B back into the pillow and tells them to get some rest.

For the rest of the day, A tries to care for B, but B is having none of it. At some point in the afternoon, B falls fast asleep. A creeps in to feel their forehead, finding that they’re a bit hotter than before, but figuring that their fever’s just spiking, and that they’ll be on the mend by tomorrow.

A wakes up in the middle of the night to the sound of tossing and turning in the next room over. When they go inside, they find B’s clothes lying on the floor. B’s sheets are in a tangle all around them, as though they’d tossed and turned until their sheets were crumpled. They’re lying with their knees to their chest, huddling for warmth, shaking. A rushes over to cover B up. They wake B and tell them to try to sit up while they run and get something. They return to find that B was unable to sit up on their own. Their eyes are clouded over. A gently guides B into a sitting position, finding their skin hot and dry. This time, B lets A slide the thermometer in between their lips without so much as blinking. A lays a damp rag on the back of B’s neck, and their whole body shudders. “Shh,” A says, laying a hand on B’s back and finding it hot. Their skin is flushed red and burning.

my-teenage-bs-has-a-bodycount  asked:

Four, three, two, fuck you. Listen up y'all, this shit is ironic-- Strider's beats are best suited to trolls hooked on phonix! Karkalicious definition makes terezi loco She wants to know the secrets that she can't taste in my photo. Dyin' just to know the flavor I ain't doin' her no favors No reasons why I tease Her flush just comes and goes like seasons. I'm karkalicious (so delicious) No, I don't do kismesis. And if you read any fanfics All that shit is fictitious. I blow kisses (mwah!) Don

DONT MATTER IF WERE JUST MORAILS TROLL BE LININ’ DOWN THE VEIL FOR A CHANCE TO FILL A PAIL (4,3,2) SO DELICIOUS (SUPER SWEET) SO DELICIOUS (FUCKIN’ ADORABLOOD THIRSTY) SO DELICIOUS (EVEN EGBERT WANTS A PIECE OF ME) IM KARKALICOUS L-L-L-LIKE CANDY! CANDY!

(someone continue this)

All the time I turn around brothas gather round
Always looking at me up and down looking at my (uh)
I just wanna say it
Now, I ain’t tryin’ to round up drama, little mama
I don’t wanna take your man
And I know I’m comin’ off just a little bit conceited
And I keep on repeating how the boys wanna eat it
But I’m tryin’ to tell that I can’t be treated like clientele
Cause they say she
Delicious (so delicious)
But I ain’t promiscuous
And if you was suspicious
All that shit is fictitious
I blow kisses (mwah)
That puts them boys on rock, rock
And they be lining down the block just to watch what I got (got, got, got)
Four, tres, two, uno

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FOLLOWING ME!!! <3

I love you all, you are all the best, and I seriously don’t deserve you! I’ll try to make art more often to post for you all! Thank you! Mwah! *blows kisses to each and everyone of you*

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Funny thing about this fanart…I made it for my 100 follower mark but it seems it took me way too long to finish lol