Oh, at last,
I'm passed it,
Those feelings,
I trashed it,
I'm leaving,
Won't last it,
She's squealing,
I smashed it,
I'm bleeding,
From blast hit,
That **** hurt,
But I'm not done,
I ate dirt,
That wasn't fun,
Psyche, I spurt,
Out a **** ton,
Then she squirt,
But I'm her son,
I'm no pervert,
Now I'm done...
But I'm back,
Talking random,
I'm not black,
Yet I'm candid,
When my smack,
Becomes platinum,
There's a stack,
For the ransom,
Chill with hoodlums,
Always get caught,
That just bout' sums,
Up what happens not,
Throw **** together,
See if it works,
If it doesn't,
Keep it in still,
Cause it makes a mark.
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC
Oh, at last,
I'm passed it,
Those feelings,
I trashed it,
I'm leaving,
Won't last it,
She's squealing,
I smashed it,
I'm bleeding,
From blast hit,
That **** hurt,
But I'm not done,
I ate dirt,
That wasn't fun,
Psyche, I spurt,
Out a **** ton,
Then she squirt,
But I'm her son,
I'm no pervert,
Now I'm done...
But I'm back,
Talking random,
I'm not black,
Yet I'm candid,
When my smack,
Becomes platinum,
There's a stack,
For the ransom,
Chill with hoodlums,
Always get caught,
That just bout' sums,
Up what happens not,
Throw **** together,
See if it works,
If it doesn't,
Keep it in still,
Cause it makes a mark.
An very random Anacreontic freestyle.
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