Kondzi told me once not to run with scissors
I would believe him but he never delivers
The reset button on his head alarms me
So I strike it quick as a bee
He begins to fall over
And secrets a strange odour
With scents like ***** and charcoal
And it's clear he had no-soul
The scissors fall out of my hands
And hits him so I run across lands
Waiting for my one true love to appear
So I can hear
Those sweet sweet words
"You have a big **** Musa"
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
Kondzi told me once not to run with scissors
I would believe him but he never delivers
The reset button on his head alarms me
So I strike it quick as a bee
He begins to fall over
And secrets a strange odour
With scents like ***** and charcoal
And it's clear he had no-soul
The scissors fall out of my hands
And hits him so I run across lands
Waiting for my one true love to appear
So I can hear
Those sweet sweet words
"You have a big **** Musa"
