Moroccan Kings

Hello there. In respect of Moroccan tradition, we must first offer you their country's most popular beverage; green tea with mint. Careful, it's hot. We are composers of music once described by the late 18th century german poet and wealthy industrialist Ludwig van Meatball as 'three boys; big noise'. He always did rhyme. Even as his mother lay dying, he said something to the tune of 'i shot her in the head, and now she be dead, blood everywhere, should've suffocated her instead.' He spent life in prison where they called him meatball - to this day, nobody knows why. (For more info see wikipedia.org/wiki/ludwig_van_meatball).
We have played weddings. we have played at a 50th. one time we even played in a backyard but we soon became victims of the local crime-stopping syndicate known as Neighborhood Watch. Neighbours watch you, instead of the other way around. Nobody watches them, 'cept the poms. They pay to go on these local tours of Neighbours set. Ha. remember Toadie. he's skinny now. What a fat cunt. A lot of people say cheers these days. y'know, instead of thanks. isnt that weird. i used to think they just liked Ted danson a lot. Ted danson must get confused. when he shouts you a drink and you go 'Cheers ted danson' and hes like "yeah I did more than that fag nuts, you heard of getting even with dad? im Becker motherfucker, DOCTOR John Becker!" he left macauley culkin home alone and then made it up to him by molesting him. We play gigs here and there. we fuck up a fair bit tho. we arent nearly as good as fiona apple or operator please. but we do have a song about ping pong. its called fat asian bitches sing about ping pong coz theyre secretly depressed that their tits resemble whoopy cushions. despite this rascist insensitive and unfunny bio, you may want to look us up; we have various little pictures on youtube.com and you can also support our campaign to bring raccoons to australia. we'll trade kangaroos. go to moroccankings.swap-roos-for-coons.vic.gov.edu.au.htmlet.org.orgy.piss.get-fucked Hakuna matata, you demented donkeys. xoxoxoxooxoxoxx