Blowjobs and Cattleprods...

[Born To Kill]

Blowjobs and Cattle Prods…

Blowjobs and cattle prods go hand in hand for me…
My right wields the shock, my left her locks…
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .All because of obesity.
And serenity, which I lack in stacks also forces this…
Cuz I find there’s no calm in my palm…
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .But there is behind her lips.
So I adhere to a strict regiment of proper selection…
And I’m insistin on this certain system…
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Cuz it sees no rejection.
I post in private, fake names and pictures entice…
Since any mention of my flab in ads…
. . . . . . . . . . . Gets me someone I look like.
And I hate fat bitches like I love double standards…
So I see no excuse for a goose…
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The size of this gander.
They answer, I invite, to vacant houses so nice…
Neighborhoods so damn good…
. . . . . . . . . They just have to roll the dice.
Then comply quick when I break role of roommate…
And they learn Scott’s not down the block…
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Just running a little late.
And they learn their fate, slavery of the white kind…
Forced to please someone on their knees…
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .Who’s not in his right mind.
Or get the heat, blue flame, it doesn’t matter to me…
Cuz when they fight with all their might…
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I just drain the battery.
Until they say please, until they just beg to do it…
Thinkin out’s if they move their mouth south…
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .But, damn they’re stupid.
Cuz I can’t let them live, I’m too easily identified…
Not alotta 400 pounders get around her…
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . And leave so satisfied.
I just use what God gave me, or more cursed me with…
And simply lean with weight extreme…
. . . . . . . . . . . . . Until they smother on my dick.
They try and bite, but when I got em down that far…
The air’s so scarce from dick and pubic hair…
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . They develop lockjaw.
Until the struggles cease, then I leave em in the house…
With traces of me about their mouth…
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .On someone else’s bed or couch.
But that’s a whore’s purpose, and everyone of em is that…
So they deserve the shit they get…
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . And I guess I deserve being fat.

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[Brethren]

dope piece... liked this part

And serenity, which I lack in stacks also forces this…
Cuz I find there’s no calm in my palm…
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .But there is behind her lips.

lmao funny

[noncentz]

your delivery is twice as vicious as i remember.u seam to have a more sadistic nature to you before it was easy to see it as a gimic this time it seams like actual dimensia.
i dont know i saw eminem necro cage and gore appeal all through this hot peace

[Swift Death]

wow.... seems out of character... but what do i know about you... great peice... loved the imagery... keep it up man i enjoy reading your shit.

[Born To Kill]

Thanks, all...

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[Born To Kill]

Again!

[Johnny 6-feet]

good piece, the original topic was both interesting and horrifying. a psychopathic, obese, blowjob addict? crazy reading. good imagery, the multis were strong and the spacing of the piece made it easy to read. your vocab was solid as well.

just a good read, keep posting man.

if you could rep one of mine in return id appricaite it.

[Brandon Heat]

God, you're fuckin sexy..!

[Born To Kill]

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