This ain't no serenade, for you to cherish babe/ this here's a tariff brake,in the marinade/ a scary place,to be buried waist/ from the neck up, in the death clutch/ with meth dust, on yer chest huffed/ your breast lust is dearfed by your breath, yuck/ your sex junk,is wet skunked/ yer next humps in mess jumped/ bein' pressed, up on & bein' test-udd/ molested, you said it, I wouldna' guessed it/ the best fix, for my ex chick when Tetch-rish/ become her best friend,time invested in tetch-skrinn/ you mean touch screen, my buds green/ & my lungs clean & I'm hung, see/ I am so hungry, like 2 have lunch, we/ can have brunch, eat in the cunt-tree/ we can go Dutch see, or doesn't it love me?/ I'm suddenly drugged, three/ muzzled pugs tried to mug me/ but still , I am alive... & I am lovely/ ..(Chorus) So you wanted a chorus that coulda' stole the whole horse/ coulda trolled the whole courts, & remolded a souls force/ with a swole corpse, that rolled, morphed/ to the earth's poles, torched/ & burned up the whole north/ pole and it's coal source...throw them hoes off course, either you lost or...either you soft core..but neither of you lost more...then the soft- more's... at Sandy Hook/ the actors look, almost believable...if you're in a coma,,,with breathing tubes....(Chorus) Good evening dude, This is the evening news/ that you believe to choose, you pee-on nubes/ you're over heatin' like what's free-on used/ for inside a used car, its was new far/ too long ago to have even been born yet/ it's early in the morning, bet/ the hornets nest, of a horny pest/ a quarter fett, & a flopped set, over set/ a fox hound & a collie hind quarters bread/ the judges like " you was outta order, get"- that Lil mother- frick'n son of a bitch's Dicken's & crap/ bullshittin' if it's crippin',set trippin' on a sympton/ death wish is what you missin', adjust the mission/ duck, or send an adjusted written, will of trust was given/ to pick up the women, from lustfull livin'/ how many more or less fuxx is give-in....fuckk ..fucks is give-in/ if you can't adjust yo' livin', then just get bitten...just this once my kitten....my kitty cat, gimme dat....dat..dat...sassss...Dat sass-per-ella...sass...sasparella......( Outro) Even though we've said goodbye too many times to count/ you can count on me to come around on three/ ...two, one...I'm back unscrewin' the screws spun/ I'm on the loose ,off the noose of Newsom/ Gavins gruesome, on the news some/ times, cuz times...time..time..keeps on tick'n,,tick'n...my crips n'/ blood hounds, wanna come down & run round/ pull yer guns out & jump out/ get that mossberg 12 gauge pump out/ so pump up the jam....pump it up...a little more...get yer hoody..and the blue tooth blowfish...on the floor , tonight...make my day...go ahead, what....head hunters with led dumps/ breakin' bread crumbs in Bedlum/ makin heads spun with red rum....keep their heads ringin'....ring-a...ding ding...dong!!.. Asta LA Vista...baby...ladies, good eve- Ning, GOODnite-
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