When I'm all alone
And when I have a bone
I think of nothing to do
Except pull one two
My **** is hard
Like a sword guard
I start stroking in rhythm
And my **** creates a prism
Refracting all colours of light
Waiting for a slight
Burst of hot sticky ***
To unload all over this virtual girls ***
Cause I'm a loser who only has ****
I guess I'm just forlorn
Living a life of solitude
I have the wrong attitude
I need to start respecting women
Not just trying to break their *****
Maybe I should just **** myself
But I could never forgive myself
Because only scrubs choose suicide
Because life is more than do or die.

Kondzi told me once not to run with scissors
I would believe him but he never delivers
The reset button on his head alarms me
So I strike it quick as a bee
He begins to fall over
And secrets a strange odour
With scents like ***** and charcoal
And it's clear he had no-soul
The scissors fall out of my hands
And hits him so I run across lands
Waiting for my one true love to appear
So I can hear
Those sweet sweet words
"You have a big **** Musa"

She's obsessed with a boy who's gone

She may be a *** but she's just with his bros

She just wants him and him alone

But he left and will never come home

She's small but acts grown

Having *** with no ******

But he is the key

#lock

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