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spicy meatball
- A bunch a singers and sinners
- making fillers and pillars the ranked killers, when
- frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he
- pierced a beer ,
- wif hitters enraged from the quitters
- castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem G
- when he came. Now i dont know if u know,
- but i showboat wif a paddle, so sit on my
- saddle and wave, i killed cattle and crave sadness
- ,reload the pills of madness enraged
- a whole world flawed from ur hurt paw as ur cold sore when u thawed
- .Planck time, frank crime, feel the heat of a shanked rhyme
- ,piercing the skin of ranked lime, as if that meant something
- ,now u laid it down like its meant to roll, two wheels and a bag
- of gold wont really make it bold, even if u held it wif balance,
- girth as it turns into ur turf, two pints of punchline will do just fine
- ,if u called her in advance, and did the dance of mary
- ,steady as ali when he was ready, u barely had larry,
- when u were doing a double game tally, hating me parading me,
- polygamy when ur thirty seems pretty
- ,iffy and pitiful ,shitty and beautiful,
- tailored wif attitude and faith, sailors of forttuide and taste,
- but put into place of my rendidition
- it will be my saving grace of repetition
- i caught a can of lipton in the sea,
- i guess i got it to a tea, hades and ladies
- of death prance around in the shaft of sata
- n the stench of Macbeth sinks higher in this haven of gaft
- .Left in this pinch of taverns end, a ballers den while u crammed.
- I was called out and pulled out into a stage i wass a fool,
- loud and. simply full of rage, but in this day age i
- clocked into a story of a man
- locked sin two a lorry offerman
- ran the cracked ensue end tact in you
- plan blured black fans shoe bent rack xenu
- locked his woman into a vent there and then,
- rocked
- but cram the style up abit so you can pitch a tent in a lamp
- without clamming and tearing the body fumigated
- its my prove of sharing the stamp, the forty two sedated
- licking picking and ticking the package,
- wont silent the wreckage, but sirens are stacked cages, that lack phases,
- lasers wrecked the wrong faces, sages of the wrong places.
- faxed a train, and killed a jam, cracks unchained a skilled lamb,
- boxed a square but his still bare
- sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,
- as diligent as guarding two weeks i was a fortnight
- i was weakened by my own night terrors i was an elm street with no night light,
- and with noone left i never felt aright fight,
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