Emptiness&horniness;&hungrinessAll; feel the sssaame, slithrin’ like a snake baked’n fish oil some callit desiree but I’m thinkin like I toil hard to the soil. Y’know I need a fence era wall to keep all them whatsabits outta here. Don’t stall they’re coming tonight. We’ll put on the fight&boi;; some pasta & F like we oughta *•••••”’ recoil’s the worst part about having some FunwittaGun You think she cares bout bein in there Wait – a crow’s call Yall be quiet now, now now, now for You my one I’ll eat you myself, then get welth&helt;;&MON-; -EEEEEY – again with the crow, I’onno know wher its from, maybe he smells ya, or ya babies, baby, beast time to Feast and face the East or West or ******* You!