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
FlatNasty
