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Text from your bird
Not your verge that’s got my grass Not your bird DMing gash Pink cloister like a Venus oyster Evil needs that I give voice to. Pussy rabid fox’s mouth frothy Pushy inny in your room, no get caughty She is very naughty Wearing a monkey mask she bought me She says ride me like a…
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Moving targets
My dodgem bullets crash Bunch of bad actors You’re like Polly’s lunch Broke ass crackers Cowless abactors I’m this town’s cattle king My name in Ogham spans the fairy ring.
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Active shooter, high as Jupiter
Pain pills steady diet them Steady aim, dash your diadem Got ten bullets and I fire them Ten marks dead, I’m William Tell I fall into bed with fresh widows. Your wake is tomorrow I’m awake this minute Fisting away depression in your missus Downstairs in dove linen and cerecloth The man you were, mass…
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Confrontation you should avoid
Out in the lane pissing Some pox bottle diss me Out my glaive, send him grave Or blacken eye with my shilleagh Sin é. Sin, eh? Tell me where and when Drop a cenobite’s head in my whatsapp Tell me you’re not scared, that’s a fat cap In your flatcap, with your whiskey flask In…
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Shortening a shotgun nose
Drinking Stella listening to Dodheimsgard Shiva Interfere Making her a sawn off in the shed Vice grip of my clenched legs.
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