You're lips drip of liquor
as you spit hard boiled rhythms
since you're the madder
and all you hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG
but that's good
because you're on the throne of
the wounded and the dead
at least that's what you said to little billy
on the corner store near lily's
which left tongues flickering
but that's good
because they call you
Mister
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
You're lips drip of liquor
as you spit hard boiled rhythms
since you're the madder
and all you hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG
but that's good
because you're on the throne of
the wounded and the dead
at least that's what you said to little billy
on the corner store near lily's
which left tongues flickering
but that's good
because they call you
Mister
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