Count to three
that's what my manager told me
hold your breath
Count twice before one
but then what else
do I exploded
or count again
to
Twice before the once
goes off
hold's the rager muffin up by the neck
I hate kids shows
gives him back his breath
seems to be crying now
much more Hubble
feel sorry now
kids are a security nightmare
they cry when hurt
but up to then
they create **** all around them
in my, youth you paid for it
Health and Shafty went mad
Nuclear explosion
All quiet now.
Like NO!
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC
Count to three
that's what my manager told me
hold your breath
Count twice before one
but then what else
do I exploded
or count again
to
Twice before the once
goes off
hold's the rager muffin up by the neck
I hate kids shows
gives him back his breath
seems to be crying now
much more Hubble
feel sorry now
kids are a security nightmare
they cry when hurt
but up to then
they create **** all around them
in my, youth you paid for it
Health and Shafty went mad
Nuclear explosion
All quiet now.
Like NO!
Love P@ul.
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