Tag: poetry
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Cuntgarden
My weights are big, clincher fits Her waist is slim, smallest cinch fits Baddest bitch in full flower When she walks in simps glitch out like holographs on low power Asset flip, acid drip Nose to the quick like a scratch ‘n sniff.
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Dead up, I’m dead on Get up and get up the results I want Any game, I’ve a bet on No back I haven’t put a bed on Branching paths, none I’m set on Spit milk, nothing to get upset on All Babylon I get a percent on.
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Chestpusher
Too much cred Too much bread not to get you fenced out Don’t touch me, I’m too touchy Double bag, shit’s too musky Headrush off White Russians Tongued tushy, had her blushing Drive by, they salute me No salut without loot accrual Interest solely fiduciary Got fed up, thought you could boot me Feds moles…
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Hues
Take time, hit back Slow journey along which plenty vanish Back from a sojourn with the Spanish Whispers about what I allegedly spent Camaraderie until you’re getting bled Even Brutus turned Caesar’s purple red Green as a turtle they call purple until I’m red In the Benz got places to let, upping rents Prophet I…
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A city built only at night
Higher than a red eye flight So many lines must be flying without a pilot Sully Fully inside my eyelids Written using Pontius Pilate’s ichor dripping stylus Trying to stay clean but when I’m right beside it, I mean Big boy portion gets minused Opposite of tiny My dust spins my nut like a good…
Alchemisland 