Your fella broke
Spent his day
All day ag ól
In the park so cans aren’t cold
Hopes tonight he’ll get his hole
Cheeks sink like she’s sucking out my soul
Cheap drink because it’s a government payroll
I worked in a cafe before I was king
Ass loving corsair, a lord of the ring
Put the mike in check, keep a man in check
Grab his dick hard to make the message stick
Bike flips over when I wheelspoke stick
I’m selling grass to rickshaw drivers from Minas Gerais
I’m skinning up for a junkie with Parkinsons behind Jervis
Ricky Gervais saying to your face you’re a state, upon on stage.
Croaked in his crocs
Boked in a bosca
He’s soft to the touch
Like weaved in Avoca
Choked on cocks but not his
I’m clockwatching, how long’ll she go
She’s cockwatching, down my telephone pole
On the seventh day He rested, musta been dole day
Grilling at the window before he sends me on my way.
Alchemisland 
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