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I wish he’d bounce. Take his *** far away, Past the moon would Be a good distance. He’s a convicted felon who Grew on me like a **** I let him snap my bra strap And shoot my guns, Even though the fear in His eyes annoyed me. I suppose I’m cruel. Handing him: A 12-gauge Mossberg A .50 caliber Desert Eagle A S&W .44 Magnum A German Luger He was bashful, scared Of getting caught with A weapon in his hands, Knowing They’d lock him In a deep hole, with a ******* With guards listening to him Grunt and mumble about ******** Like I said, I wish he’d bounce.
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Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 2:04 AM UTC
Bounce
I wish he’d bounce. Take his *** far away, Past the moon would Be a good distance. He’s a convicted felon who Grew on me like a **** I let him snap my bra strap And shoot my guns, Even though the fear in His eyes annoyed me. I suppose I’m cruel. Handing him: A 12-gauge Mossberg A .50 caliber Desert Eagle A S&W .44 Magnum A German Luger He was bashful, scared Of getting caught with A weapon in his hands, Knowing They’d lock him In a deep hole, with a ******* With guards listening to him Grunt and mumble about ******** Like I said, I wish he’d bounce.
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Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 2:04 AM UTC
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