If you think pimping cows is horrible , Then im deplorable, Get it.?...Whore a bull , My bullhorn is so adorable , Ate you out, Out of house & home when we were sharen stones in Florida , Pulled up in a full whip , Swearin' , blare-in' the horn atchya, No more NASA bull shit , Final warning crew... As our gas lit meters start preforming true ,levels of the spirit plane begin swarming you , See no evil ,speakin' of see notes , I see no sheeple ,when im thinkin' of sheep coats , falling asleep at the wheel, While she gives me deep throat , Hollow , fake ,& not real , Like an escaped goat , " I THINK YOUR BRAIN CHOKED" Cuz i meant to say scape goat , Im mentally drained, hope , You weren't expectin' the world of me , That would be flattering , But not even my girl can be, The pearls that we , throw before swine , ..the circles we leave ... ..to come back around on in your time... Its your time .... Y-y-your tiiiiii-iiii-iiime... To sh-sh-sh-sh-shine... My little special ed , Action figure doll princess , Of Persia, of pintrest , Cut the tension , With a bunch of tin snips , Punch you at luncheon , In the stomach once when , We were eatin' ribs for brunch then, Had to split off to have lunch with , One of the ones you been callin' dumb tricks , It cant be fun sis , Always actin' up if , You lack the funds to puff rips , I get it , life is tuff tit's, Some come in jumbo size, I love the bust big , All it takes is a little touch, if... I happen to even brush against, I fuckin' come quick ... .....such a one pump chump prick , Yeah, But shit , " This is the one dick, that only , ever made you come ...quit...quit...actin' all un-interested in investin' an hour or less then , The written test ,skin , Is in our best interest, reversed the dimensions , into plasma bursts with inventions , That disperse certain friction , That only could work if we're livin' On an earth that isn't spinnin' , And if it was then , what's th device used to determine its rhythm , I'm sure somewhere in yer purse it is written , But I searched and it isn't , A person dead on earth or a living , Soul breathing that could even dream of being so obscene as to pretend in things that prevent us thinking with the intentions of hood winking , The good thinking, Worm-wood drinkin' Dirty little stinkin'... Filthy heathens, "Hit' em' with Norcan" Pulse check until you feel breethin'.. ..im still desent... After pill eatin'... To fill the deepness , Of my soul that's still weak in' The knees, after pleadin' for you not to kill me when , The demons are released from all the memes sent , The agreement they were in no legal way consent of treatment, Believe this ,even if I have to eat shit and speak pig -,Latin , that I won't go backwards listening to Back 2 Black on the Sabbith , Lupé Fiasco ,she a bad bitch..bad woman good, Lady better. This has been a crazy meta- meta-forical.. Cloud storage full , Torres field thats Morris coded..portable phones in tiny mobile homes kid

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