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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Wanna know why my verbs hurt, I’ve held them in for so long they became cursed words. The worst of the worst, it hurts ‘cause they’re nursed, Cradled then derailed into a million who were impaled by my brute thirst. This crude verse has nothing on my rude inserts, Earth is first then The Milky Way will turn gay for Andromeda, both implode like Hiroshima going off in urethra! Massive implosions. Mad Max applying the lotion, no words just nerves, vibes like the ocean, I’m sea sick you little prick no bull while I hit, These new lows, meaning I’m digging deeper, Found these new foes so I become the reaper, Yank their souls and began to cleaver, Blood splatter and all, I think I got a Fever? Neither of us has the guts to clean this mess either, ‘cause this disability is killing me with shear fear that cuts the Achilles’ heel softly. The difference between you and us. Honestly? We have rhymes the world has never seen n it’s costly. Paid the toll to have my mind dipped n boiled, chromed and oiled with the heat, Now it’s slick and ready to gain loyalty. Lose royalty. I wanna bring Society to its knees, suck my dick ‘til I reach sobriety. Is that too much from me, this is the stuff I think about constantly, while I’m falling asleep. It’s a lullaby for me. Don’t say a peep or I’ll come after you like the boogeyman’s need to feed. I’ll take my poll and shove it up your ass with glee, Count Dracula token a bong with a dick eleven meters long made of glass ya’ see. Plan on going up against me, better take off that bag of flesh, No discriminating here, but better have a crematorium proof vest to protect you from fear.
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