First Edition

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 ,and 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 ,

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 the divise used to determine its rhythm ,

Im 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 drinking ...

Dirty little stinkin'...

Filthy heathens...

" KEEP HITTIN' EM' NOR-CAN"

Pulse check until you feel breethin'...

.....im still desent...

After pill eatin'...

To fill the deepness ,

Of my soul that 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 black on the Sabath ,

Lupé Fiasco ...she a bad bitch...bad...woman good,

Lady better...

.....this has been a crazy meta...forical...m-m-m-meta..

metaphorical...deplorable...

But so hard for you to ignore the dude...