THE LITTLE PEOPLE

Stop wasting my time with your emails,
Oh bargain without a crutch.

Your opinion is wrong,
its out theyre in space,
And really doesnt mean that much.

You scream about safety for all of us to hear,
all loud and so intense.

Just read your own words,
youre rambling on,
and your words make little sense.

Stop all the emails,
with big peoples words
And maybe you shall hear from me less.

Im sorry life mistreats you,
you need to move on,
see a Doc about all of your stress.

I stand here before you as I grab on its wrist,
This beast that never you shall tame.

Go chase someone else,
with your garbled up words.
Your fight is starting to look lame.

Your words can not stop us,
or slow us down,
stop trying to interrupt.

Go bother the infectious tools with scratches,
sent here to screw this thing up.

Move on with yourself,
take that wisdom with you.
Its time to accept defeat.

When I walk through this game,
I will try and watch out,
not to crush you beneath my feet.


TO TAKE A BOW

His creations are truly incredible
To say the very least.

He has surpassed me with his visions.
I bow to his beast.

I now feel like a beginner.
In the scheme of this game.

I bow my head to lenmck
And applaud him with fame.

Over thirteen years of doing this
With fist up all the way.

Its finally nice to put out a hand
To shake his as I stand here today.

I hope you succeed in your quality works
And all the things you do.

I hope that one day when I grow up
To build as great as you.

I usually poke at the tools that are unfinished
Even with designs that look kinda cool.

But theyre still full of scratches that cause us infections
With a burning to make us drool.

This man that they call lenmck
Stands as one of the best of the best.
 
So watch out for the flood of others
The ones with no pride
That spread infections and unwanted painful rest.


WHITE LIES

So you have done these for twenty years?
 We think youre feeding us another line.

You need to start being truthful
For white lies are shown in your design.

You started off on your little venture
Stealing what was mine.

A demented vision of pleasure
That you have twisted is your crime.

You have proved that you cant be trusted
My page you shall never see.

You stand no taller then my ankles
 Stop trying to be mini me.

I have helped so many others
Define their style in the past.

But they stood alone without the lies
Lets see how long that you shall last.

You even steal our statements
Bend them to make them your words.

Youre a minor irritation on the windshield of life
Like droppings from a bird.

We stand as a group never alone
With out our permission,
we have built your page.

Its time to expose you to all with our vision
A liar, the thief we engage.

You give directions of simple washing
Simple antibacterial soap.

Theres a little more to it,
you would know if you use them
An infection that comes with a scope.

You say you build for all of your buddies
This seems to be your plea.

I wonder whos job it is to size them.
Is it done while down on your knees?

No promise of grandeur,
for those are just lies
Never to be heard from me.

Buyer beware theres a criminal amongst us
Piggy backed like a disease carrying flea.


BACKBONE

Its what defines me
It keeps me standing up.

To face another day
with the people That just wont shut up.

Some try to steal my visions
While others steal my words.

Then theres those who pray for me
I hope their voice is heard.

Backbone is what defines me
As I stand alone and bold.

If salvation you seek youre wasting your time
For it is already sold.

Take what I create and strip down its shell
For all the world to see.

What you expose,
the heart of the tool
The backbone that defines me.

Oh why mrbigcox such really big words
The rhymes the riddles that be?

If you have to ask that question
then you should move on
Youre blocking from others to see.


GLASS HOUSES

For all of you willingly sinners
Let my words be told.

To trade your money for pleasure
Another soul has been sold.

Some say that Evil is growing.
Its not, its only reborn.

In the quality of my creations
With a demented vision of pleasure
Handcraftsmanship for you to adorn.

I present to you Satans pendent
With the power of pleasure it hides.

To be worn around your neck in all of its glory
Or to impale your penis with pride.

Dont be deceived Keep self-expression
Dont let them tell you its a crime.

Dont listen to the words from those who are judgmental
With mouths that are filled up with grime

LOST CAUSE

In response to the emails.
The ones that are praying,
With all this salvation that they plea.

For all the injustice the world has to offer,
Why is it you end up with me?

I stand here agnostic with all this belief
With ears open to what is so true.

For its another mans opinion.
On how you should live life.
And the best way to worship God too.

I truly believe there is a God
Whos gifted us with choice.

So as you stand and yell to Heaven
I hope that he hears your voice.

So point me out
Tell him Im evil
For all the crazy things I pursue.

Just use common sense
and choose your tools wisely.
This is all that I will preach to you.


PLUNGER

When forced in a corner,
Ill never back down, turn, or run.

I may retreat to my dungeon,
Pull out a big tool just for fun.

So please make me give out a chuckle,
With your brutal attempts to copy.

Give us a laugh as you prove once again
To present us with tools rather sloppy.

Created for the advanced player,
Beginners do you dare?

Or should you leave this toy for the big boys.
Maybe you should just stand clear.

Just only recent attempts to carve,
What a penis should probably be.

Just look at the details in the quality of my work,
Oh look, is that a penis I see?

Created from one dark vision.
For a pleasure of the most disturbing kind.

From hands to steel,
awarded to you from one dark demented mind.

The Cross You Bare

Salvation you seek as you pray for my soul,
In this game I move ever so swift.

I pass you by and still wonder why,
I turn to present you with a gift.

With redemption and prayer to free up my soul,
From this pleasure that you call a sin.

To beat you down with the quality in my creations,
A mirrored reflection to see your grin.

Your words are inspirations that fuels this fire,
You feed it with all of your air.

To be really honest,
I like what I do.
For this is the cross that you bare.


THE MACE

I would like to thank the builder
who watches me like a hawk.
 
Copies from me and my ideas
and even the words I talk.

You need to list as knockoffs
For your cheap copies you are known.

You even lie when you say all day wear
Your misleading designs have set this tone.

Maybe with a little duct tape
 Your tools just might stay in.

Dont you know that lying is for cowards?
And is still considered a sin.

To you this is just a product
To me its a way of life.

I wonder how many youve sent to Emergency
Put under the surgeons knife.

Youve changed your name numerous times
To hide the deception you yield.

Step up your game the battles begun
Grab your weapon and enter the field.

My weapon I hold as I stand here and wait
This little Medieval Mace.

It flows with the quality that we all deserve
To give pleasure with a smile on your face.

UNDER MY WING

Pardone this vision
with Its unruly tone.

Fourteen years of creating
I have walked this path alone.

Now comes a student
with visions untamed.

Too help mold his technique
And walk with no shame.

He impressed me with creations
His quality holds true.

Another generation of pleasure
To pass along to you.


A LITTLE SOMETHING DIRTY

I HOPE THE DAY
IS LOOKING UP,

DADDY NEEDS
A LITTLE BUTT.

YOUR GENTLE TOUCH
WITH YOUR WARM KISS,

CONSUMES MY DAYS
AND IS ALL THAT I MISS.

I NEED THE WARMTH
OF YOUR BODY AND SOUL,

TO HOLD ON YOU TIGHT
AND POKE ON THAT HOLE.

SURE I LOOK,
BUT YOU ARE MY LINK,

THERE IS NO PLACE I WOULD RATHER BE
THEN WITH MY FACE IN YOUR STINK.

I NEVER MET ANYONE
LIKE YOU,

THAT COULD SATISFY LIKE NO OTHER
AND KEEP MY BALLS SO BLUE.

YOU TURN ME ON,
I CAN FEEL MY HEART BEAT,

I PASS ALL MY TIME WAITING
WHILE PULLING ON MY MEAT.

TO RELEASE SOME TENSION
GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES,

I WILL WHIP OUT THE SOLUTION
FOR ONLY YOU TO SEE.

SOMETIMES IT SEEMS
WE GET IN A RUT,

YOU EASE ALL MY TENSIONS
WHEN YOU SUCK ME LIKE A SLUT.

I FEEL ALL THE STRESS
JUST DRIPPING AWAY,

AS YOU PULL ON MY COCK
TO PREPARE FOR THE LAY.

STANDING UP STRONG
AS IF WAITING FOR BATTLE,

WHEN LIFE STRESSES YOU OUT,
 ILL BE YOUR SADDLE.

YOURE SO DAMN SEXY,
YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY AS A NUT,
 
BUT YOU NEED TO STOP WORRYING
AND FUCK ME LIKE A SLUT.

I KNOW THIS IS LOVE,
 I WILL NOT LIE,

IF YOU LYED WITH ANOTHER,
SURRLY I WOULD DIE.


POPS
Im not done with you yet pops
as I say with a grin,

You got a whole lot of strings to pull this time
to get my ass in,

I stand by as you take
your very last breath,

I find comfort in knowing
your pain is at rest.

I stand here pissed off
while others just cry,

for a man that gave himself to all
with never a sigh.

Your true friends stood by you
while others passed by,

Im sorry you got sick dad,
but I know you where a hell of a guy.

I am very bitter
and like very few;

I hope that some day Dad,
I can be a little like you.

Im not done with you yet pops,
as I say with a grin,

I was never one to say good bye,
just hello again