Yo momma is so to speak a **.
Her poor spirit sells herself as queen.
Your mother is not all women though.

Your sister finds me brotherly low
In building to story self esteem.
Yo momma is so to speak a **.

Aborting plans to parent ****
**** she sways hips crazy being.
Your mother is not all women though.

Some ****** brides like mine are with no
Such delusions how you better mean.
Yo momma is so to speak a **.

This ***** belongs half to age ago
When now is not the time to come clean.
Your mother is not all women though.

My daughter ***** the *** as winds blow
Out the candles counting to eighteen.
Yo momma is so to speak a **.
Your mother is not all women though.

Are they really starving for want of bread
In wedding feasts with cake I let them eat
Like pigs to taste of bacon which on wheat
Lets us out to mate owned less by the fed
Up to now with here and there well unread
His story how she threw him off effete
Swept under handed rug with it replete
Of that the dog unleashed though mastered shed
As tears remorseful for the codex wed
With scrolls down screen while smoking those in heat
Before the final field is set complete
To race for ribbons breeding blew ahead
Of time and place first conscious of defeat
To quicker beasts more hungry than the dead?

God and Satan can agree I am that
I am this one of you and yours alone
To make of choice cut in half to laugh at

Needles stuck up the epidermis stat
To stabilize the funny blood to bone
God and Satan can agree I am that

Which begs question by the curious cat
Killing nine on the back end of its own
To make of choice cut in half to laugh at

Membership penman carrying ****
Like hell that fits heralding an unknown
God and Satan can agree I am that

It got a way with words content down pat
Suspect in substance blowing can atone
To make of choice cut in half to laugh at

Jokes to punch the line which knows it fat
Based freely on the right toot *** of phone
God and Satan can agree I am that
To make of choice cut in half to laugh at

Pen beats sword to edge the better part
Chosen by the sister that loved to fawn
At feet before the uncrowned nail hurt

So good it met to gather blood at heart
To tow the line of yous king hammered on
Pen beats sword to edge the better part

Discreet of valour won up sleeveless shirt
Then **** back crowing barrels to the dawn
At feet before the uncrowned nail hurt

Mother corn infected to taste ****
In bread of life with lover revealed John
Pen beats sword to edge the better part

Played by woman in secret out to blurt
To father time to turn on writing wrong
At feet before the uncrowned nail hurt

Cause affecting heavenly now art
Thou in prayer to ask O Lord how long
Pen beats sword to edge the better part
At feet before the uncrowned nail hurt

Wake me up when Christ returns the favor
Of men to me so ***** honking hair
Done in hell of age on good behavior

Released to con provisions viewed savior
By guards against my going joke prayer
Wake me up when Christ returns the favor

Owed to John beloved revelator
For service rendered virtue by compare
Done in hell of age on good behavior

Set to leave the cell behind a savor
Seeming to come again from this nightmare
Wake me up when Christ returns the favor

God to reshape nature did not waver
From drawn concluding circular the square
Done in hell of age on good behavior

Pardon fell on peaceful home grown braver
Depending on who says I do declare
Wake me up when Christ returns the favor
Done in hell of age on good behavior

Higher recreation is to create
Opposing pieces set to dye below
Here with men checking out of the in mate

With queens to move on board protecting bait
Remastered grand as pa won one to know
Higher recreation is to create

Tension over coming nightly in strait
At turn of horse hung out to try the go
Here with men checking out of the in mate

Call for life behind to administrate
Sentence slanting ******* up yours to show
Higher recreation is to create

Castles in the sand close to shore by spate
Undone of age less brooking overflow
Here with men checking out of the in mate

Stale as the left out on the ******* plate
Of kings by kings that ransom even so
Higher recreation is to create
Here with men checking out of the in mate

May the Lord accept this sacrifice
For the praise and glory of his name
For our good and the good of all rice

Like white on wedding ****** to vice
Gripped to throw by grooming girls for shame
May the Lord accept this sacrifice

Given for a gift to break the ice
Thinly on returning line with game
For our good and the good of all rice

To treat the shot with honour to spice
Calling up out dashing hope in blame
May the Lord accept this sacrifice

Of murdered meat to offer by slice
Redressing for the hand given aim
For our good and the good of all rice

Fried to serve with steaming chick to dice
In pieces to set the match aflame
May the Lord accept this sacrifice
For our good and the good of all rice