This bar is my own private mother fucker.
He who wants to pin me down is he who wants a lotus,
Eat 'er up kitty kat, little man on point,
the lotus is your poker fish.
Dipshit.
Grand standin' hypocrite.
What does he bring? Authentication? Liberation? Masturbation.
So here we standin' and there we endin'!
All y'all, no intervention.
Balled up in phases. From the
tips of waves to private
kennel caves to rocket propelled grenades,
phases, phases, one step shorter, even for a murderer.
If you wanted war, should've chosen more,
a clue, a tare, a fight, a tout,
one who's out.
ask for a refund, stitch the punctured lung, bang another drum. Dum Dum.
Big boy's gotta dance,
watch him prance,
watch him strut!
Duck the one that couldn't cum
and pray wild for the sufferin' son.
We're one. Done.
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