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slip into the rift of hypnotic mist, losing grip as i drift

with a clenched fist, but more inclined to let my mind twist

than to find six fine chicks, to bind and whip just to help the time tick

quicker to go back to fiending, than a whores butt crack to semen

don't believe them, cause the threesome consist of three men

you don't get the gist or pretence, they'll blitz your defense

ill keep this brief gents, believe im a thief through heat vents

with a weak sense of remorse and of course my weeks dense

with corpes and aborts clad in sheets wince, cause its forced

and the snores were about loud enough for the jaw snapping

and the applaud happening just after the forced laughter

the forest was the goriest as the murder was so morish