settin' booby-traps for alcoholic models on the runway
i smashed my face on the tv tryin' to jump in and be a star
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settin' booby-traps for alcoholic models on the runway
i smashed my face on the tv tryin' to jump in and be a star
I lash out in disgrace.. but then realize.. they're somethin' you can see from a far.
Smokin' some birthday bowls, of this Kush to help the writting process.
i laugh at emo kids who punch their ticket biting exhaust tips
i just booked my wife a room at the bates motel
so whos the real psyco bitch i think soon that time will tell
test the waters or the floor boards far to thin to hide the smell
When you pull a piece out.. fake thugs run like gazelles
I function where normal brains fail
the coroners stains smell like plain hell
empty my bladder as i cut up cadavers
Pulled the chord on the trapdoor, soon as that fatass got on the ladder
Noticed i had a staff infection once i examined my massive erection
elastic connection i latch onto to practice while sweatin
imagine my neck surrounded by plates of adamantine
My cock hurts.. that pearl wasn't the only thing her clam's squeezing
"He's a kid..kids are stupid" but not dumber then u Marv.
robots lyrically ran, masked as a collage of diagrams
unstable psychotic, oxycontin in mass amounts
(my fault for the double post)
Hit them where it counts, like a bank teller
So many numbers but none yet have stood under/ ( understood ) :)
Coming out of my slumber and waiting for my next blunder,
Hibernating was better, no sleep means no mistakes
But high stakes easily break from under
view of the clowds, As I wonder/
spew biblical rounds like a rabbi hunter
Thinking of sinister stories, i wrote the novel
She was deepthroatin' snorkeling, busted & broke her goggles
I shit mistakes & sweep 'em up w/ apoligies..