As is not the tradition on Mondays, we are gonna do an all non-moombahton post because we don’t want fuckers to think we’re some kind of all moombahton blog and just send us moombahton and nothing else because that would be sad and then we would only have that in our lives and die probably from fucking moombah overdose. IT WOULD ALL BE YOUR FAULT! You would probably go to jail and become someone’s bitch and have penis in your mouth all day long. IS THAT THE FUTURE YOU WANT? Let’s go and listen to non-moombaton AFTER THE FUCKING JUMP FUCKERS!
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Maybe you are expecting something clever right now. Maybe that is not possible. Maybe we went out and scouted a place for our next party. Maybe we did blow at some point and had a number of beers. Maybe we are fucking dead inside now at work pretending to be normal people talking to our fucking boss and discussing projected revenue and then in our heads we’re like “I do fucking blow man. I can’t fucking deal with this shit.” That’s our lives. We’re having a fucking meeting and we’re pointing at charts and graphs and shit and we get a drip from the night before fall down our throats and you gotta keep your fucking composure. But anyway. Enough of that. There are soundclouds to blog. Grab them, listen to them, fuck them AFTER THE JUMP ASSHOLES!
You went up to a village to see your fucking grandparents. They live in the mountains. All the mountains have caves in the shapes of pussies. That’s how mountains are. Look it up in the fucking dictionary. That’s where you learn things. In the pussy caves there are new hot soundclouds for you to discover. You do a line of blow off a breast. You’re fucking ready now. GO IN THERE AND GET THOSE TUNES AFTER THE FUCKING JUMP!
Now there are two fucking problems we can foresee arising from this write up. First, there is no “The Chronicles of Moombia” attached to the name of the compilation. We just decided that that’s the fucking way we are gonna call it because we like overly long titles that become fucking stupid. That’s how we do things around here. Secondly we are gonna say that moombahsoul is all fine and good and for some reason mofos are all over that shit but sometimes we wanna hear exciting music that’s not super chill and sometimes we wanna dagger a girl instead of just gently winding up on her. David Heartbreaks has gone on record to say that there will be more moombahcore coming out of his brain soon. So get ready for that. For the moment you can have a girl gently rub your penis to this music. Have your boner come slowly. No need to rush the getting of the boner. In most cases your dick should still be around tomorrow. Hopefully. DOWNLOAD THE COMPILATION AND SAMPLE THE TUNES AFTER THE FUCKING JUMP!
Haha! It is I! Fucking Shaquille O’Neal. I’m a fucking genie yo! Jump on my fucking carpet y’all! It’s gonna be a wild ride! Haha! Never a dull moment! Come on kids! Let’s do blow off of tits while we fly in the fucking air! It’s magic! Woohoo! Yeah! I’m so high! Fuck! It’s too fucking much. It’s so high up in this carpet! Look kids! It’s the fucking Statue of Fucking Liberty! Her tits are like the size of a building! Holy shit! Let’s listen fucking music kids! And then we’ll climb on the Statue of Liberty’s tits. You kids like tits right? Let’s go! Haha! MUSIC IS AFTER THE FUCKING JUMP!
Hello. I am named Paul Blart Zoo Cop and I am making the Germany free of the wall that was making divided that place. It’s a fucking life to make the mall be a zoo but when it the times that are good, there are laughs and the good memories made. It’s to be seen with the eyes. The music is the fucking thing that makes me live to the happy style. In the Germany, the Soviet Union was making not allowed to play songs of fucking music. It reason I go. I break the wall for Berlin with my fat. Every one says I do hero. It’s a fucking life. I now have best mall and best zoo. German people buy the food a lot for me. They want use the fat of me to break other walls. No walls left in Germany. My fat break all walls. No roof on building. Soundclouds rain inside house. MAKE THE CLICK FOR THE FUCKING MUSIC TO HEAR:
Did you know that when you put your ear up against a Grammy award you can hear the sound of money being printed? Oh hi. Didn’t see you there. I’m David Oswald Guetta. Did you make it to the party last night? It was fucked. There was blow everywhere. It was as if the party was held in a snow globe. A snow globe that gets you high. It was crazy.
There was like some astro-space black dude there who djed with me called Bill-I-Am and he is from a place called Black Iced Peace. He is a pretty cool for an alien. He did the most blow of all of us. What a champ. We didn’t play any of these songs that are posted AFTER THE FUCKING JUMP! We just listened Sean Kingston sing all of Justin Bieber’s songs while Fergie shot ping pong balls out of her asshole and pussy at the same time.