P. Bastard
P. is 40 years old.
He is the Electric Guitarist of Bastardization.
P. is also known as "Jester".
P. is located in London at Stay Gold Dreamland.
P. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
Wut? We booked a tour?! HOW?! *smirks*
Starved
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Song Details
Starved is Crowdpleaser music in tempo Presto. The music is awesome and the lyrics are incredible. The song was written 1/8/2010 by P. Bastard. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
69 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
20 |
| Genre: |
Punk Rock |
| Owner: |
None |
| First Revealed: |
1/8/2010 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed. |
Dominant Instruments
Bass Guitar
Turntable System
Lead Vocals
Electric Guitar
Rapper
Special Lyrics
[stupid ass song written without any inspiration, but fuck a song without lyrics]
Wake up at night,
dreaming about salt,
wake up at noon,
craving for food.
I could use some bread,
salami and cheese in between,
I need to be fed,
I'll search the bin.
Nothing in there,
just used condoms and Holly's tampons,
open the drawer,
where the fuck are all the spoons?
Someone took them, hid them from me,
great now I need to pee,
but took a dump instead,
cuz I don't piss and stand.
Hole in my stomach,
I need some fromage,
but the fridge is empty,
and whatever is this green stuff, it looks bad.
Shit I'll go to the store,
take my jacket and move out real slow,
lost the key to my car,
on foot it took me an hour.
Wtf is this shite,
doors closed,
they don't work on Sundays,
fuck this man I'm hungry, let me in.
Turn around took a candy from a child,
shut up kid or I'll fuck your mom.
This candy is good, but it doesn't soothe,
the extreme hunger in my belly.
I'm going back,
vision blurred, I lost track,
what was in those sweets,
I'm beginning to have fits.
Oh shit I'm starving losing pounds as I jog fast,
what's working in this hour, I could use a bite,
something greasy and full of blood,
no time to waste I stole a bike and rode back to the flat.
Shite, fridge still empty,
and my stomach too,
I'm craving, crave after crave,
I think I'll die in starvation soon.
Fuck this man, I'm dialing a number,
give me 10 huge portions of chevap and steak,
maybe some cookies and cake,
wait that shit can take an extra hour to bake,
fuck it, just give me all the meat deliciousness your van can take,
bring it to my address, step on it, hurry up,
this beast needs to be fed!
Salvation army walks in,
holding all the stuff I haven't payed,
check my wallet it's gone,
my credit card raped and burned,
Hol used it all on shopping,
and I'm eyeballing the ice topping.
I steal the van, kick the guy out,
this is my food and I can't pay,
drive in the hidden spot,
ready to eat till I drop.
Record Releases
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