Apple bottom *******
I take time for snitches
Stitches for fourth degree burns
I’ll meet you in the ditches
The trenches
The sneakers
The benches
For tweakers
Let’s be family on the further side
Of normal
Let’s be ******** on the closer side
Of formal
I rhyme when it comes to me
I shine when she **** to me
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
Apple bottom *******
I take time for snitches
Stitches for fourth degree burns
I’ll meet you in the ditches
The trenches
The sneakers
The benches
For tweakers
Let’s be family on the further side
Of normal
Let’s be ******** on the closer side
Of formal
I rhyme when it comes to me
I shine when she **** to me
A throwback to the more inappropriate rhymes of yore.
I dislike that I like it, but it is there nonetheless.
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