To cool it down
Blowing on her pussy down
Like its the mouthpiece of an ocarina
Sidepiece looking Xena
In armour that couldn’t repel a flea hop
Forget ten of the best lopping chops from my bastard sword
Swore around a bastard, wore the lesson purple black as long as it lasted
When it lashed, when it shone so hard we nearly passed out
We knew from what we’d been through that this too would pass.
Had to hit the bong so hard, too hard, to know this
Failed to notice a blowhard, his whole mode learnt by rote
Charisma isn’t a code you can enter to reach pro
Soak it so it hits harder than Josh Hokit in the pocket
Thousands of grow kits, greener than what croaks grows my pockets
You’re soaking at Utah college
My beauty super soaks like a shooter, you’dda
Lost an eye like Odin betting on being wise this side
Of Ragnarök, that irrecoverable mercury drop.
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