*using the beat of greendays East Yesus Nowhere*
Raise your arms now to testify
Your IQ will be crucified
They think your a scraficial suiside
Like a dog thats been sodomized
*Alec, Adam, and John say 'Stand up'*
All anda guiness
*Alec, Adam, and John say 'Sit down'*
All anda mother fucking idiots
You are the future
Of the USA
Put your Brains to the god damn test
And it's not that hard
Join every one we'll be singing
In the state of wishfull thinking
A api buns today of victory and idiots
The weapons of decay
Will infiltrate the moron's brains
Oh god damn we got another moron here
It's been a life time since...

This song is a big 'Fuck You' to all the Terroist!
*Adam/John tune their guitars*
This song is called I cinta This Place!!!!!!!
*Adam/John play the first few notes of holiday*
This song isn't Anti-War, it's Anti-Terrorist
*Alec joins Adam and John, I temporarily gabung them*
*i put my gitar on the back of my Black leather Jacket*
I don't want this place to go to hell
Don't want to live over there with them
But hey we might as well learn to deal with it
Can anda here the Roman Calvary coir
Adam: Hell yeah
Those guys just leave them alone
And let them go to rot in hell
Why must anda take shit from that other...

Chapter 1: Rift's Birth Day
Rift: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
Pinkie: *bursts through Rift's bedroom door* Good afternoon Rift!!!!
Rift: Huh, oh hi Pinkie.
Pinkie: *starts prancing around Rift's room and begins singing*I heard it was your birth hari today, and since we're halfway through the day, I want to wish the bestest, cutest, most fantastic boyfriend ever the most happiest of birthdays!!! 
Rift: *kisses Pinkie's cheek* Thank anda Pinkie.
Pinkie: you're welcom Rift. I also made anda a cake, hope anda like it. 
Rift: "Happy Birthday Rift, the greatest boyfriend ever" Pinkie anda didn't need to do this. 
Pinkie:...

*Using the beat of pretty fly for a white guy from the offspring*
Hi there shy mare. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Hi there shy mare. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Hi there shy mare. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
And all the stallions say She'spretty shy
For a pegasai.
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis.
You know it's kind of easy.
For her to get along today.
Her subject isn't cool,
But she makes it anyway.
She may not have a clue;
But she has a lot of style.
But everything she lacks
Well she makes up in her shy little manner.
So don't debate, a shy mare straight
You know she really doesn't get it anyway.
She's gonna play the field, and keep...