That cheap stuff
will run through you.
It'll give you a hard time
going down,
and then,
it'll hold your belly like a baby's hand,
soft and sweetly,
then it'll smack the **** out of you,
because you trusted it.
This cheap **** is a bad ****
It tastes like molassess and *******
it kicks like a jalopy,
turns over in bombs,
slices your belly button,
and pops its little head out of your stomach.
I like the cheap ****
it makes me feel this way.
This way is the only way.
Kind of like
how they say
alotta love
is
good love.
Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 11:31 PM UTC
That cheap stuff
will run through you.
It'll give you a hard time
going down,
and then,
it'll hold your belly like a baby's hand,
soft and sweetly,
then it'll smack the **** out of you,
because you trusted it.
This cheap **** is a bad ****
It tastes like molassess and *******
it kicks like a jalopy,
turns over in bombs,
slices your belly button,
and pops its little head out of your stomach.
I like the cheap ****
it makes me feel this way.
This way is the only way.
Kind of like
how they say
alotta love
is
good love.
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