*parental guidance recommeded*

Filthy, a dirty dialogue of disgust

Discussing kill streaks to pile on top the lotus

Locusts loathe us and rotate the focus

Upon us we pawn sluts up on brokers with boners

Their broken ego, evokes the keynote

Speakers even though we know they keep throwing up free throws

TV shows Principal Seymour, I'm grown up

I'm blowing up, like C4, my principles see more

Behind the scenes the priests score

Sadomasochism bands this prism

It bans heads to jealous prisons and brands kids with hellish isms

This schism isn't just ignored

The system interests the no longer bored

In jest the decisions are made beyond their I quotient

Hold up, division gave grave eyes the potion

I added notions, the difference well spoken

I misspoke many times on dissidence and corrosion

The prices, they might just despite us

A slight jest to the mightiest of vices

Like this or else death, the parallels upset

The perils of context, I contest responses

This cunt has big knockers; I object this content

Gone bonkers over everything I process

My sole purpose to purchase a bag of cockroaches

Poppycock, my cock poaches the sock pouches

Note this, I found you, I'm out here, I'll pound you

Count your belongings, I'm longing to mount you