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Gay you ******* ****** FAGET! blue boy blues blue boy's eyes here in my room no, no, i'm bisexual, you see i'm a poet, you see I'm Bret Easton Ellis disguised in a fashion identity twisted lovers between your ragged sheets rrr-rr call me, Beverly Hills 90-210-SIX-SIX-SIX i eat more chicken than any man can meat but i'm no more mean than you here with a sick pack of abs drinking a can of beer PABST! BLUE RIBBON! Cold sirens sing for you and me SHOOT! SHOOT! SHOOT! siren's **** The protection for my love come in my eyes and insecurity no one dances in the ballroom the bride legs' are opened wide in my ***** in this dark fantasy all night touching my self behind my mother's bed ******** my mind there you're lying with me with a spike in your arm i'm troubled, you see i'm messed up, you see i'll eat your heart out, won't breathe, won't bleed and scratch and crawl i'll rip you LIMB BY LIMB she says: hold me, i'm fallin' and then i saw your face and then i saw your smile dancing to some Yeezy song on the stereo there, all alone, put your make up on and tie off my arm and turn the T.V. on and fire up these boys and give me another blow job - before i'm on the nod. *Go ahead and smile, you **** I've rotten and snorted, sneezing other men's ***** in your room - milked you like a cow - loved you like my mom. And i'm nothing but an used ****** Love: the kind of thing you clean with a mop and bucket.
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
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Gay you ******* ****** FAGET! blue boy blues blue boy's eyes here in my room no, no, i'm bisexual, you see i'm a poet, you see I'm Bret Easton Ellis disguised in a fashion identity twisted lovers between your ragged sheets rrr-rr call me, Beverly Hills 90-210-SIX-SIX-SIX i eat more chicken than any man can meat but i'm no more mean than you here with a sick pack of abs drinking a can of beer PABST! BLUE RIBBON! Cold sirens sing for you and me SHOOT! SHOOT! SHOOT! siren's **** The protection for my love come in my eyes and insecurity no one dances in the ballroom the bride legs' are opened wide in my ***** in this dark fantasy all night touching my self behind my mother's bed ******** my mind there you're lying with me with a spike in your arm i'm troubled, you see i'm messed up, you see i'll eat your heart out, won't breathe, won't bleed and scratch and crawl i'll rip you LIMB BY LIMB she says: hold me, i'm fallin' and then i saw your face and then i saw your smile dancing to some Yeezy song on the stereo there, all alone, put your make up on and tie off my arm and turn the T.V. on and fire up these boys and give me another blow job - before i'm on the nod. *Go ahead and smile, you **** I've rotten and snorted, sneezing other men's ***** in your room - milked you like a cow - loved you like my mom. And i'm nothing but an used ****** Love: the kind of thing you clean with a mop and bucket.
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
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