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[TheShaman]

I've got more style than Flaubert when I write with the flair of Francois de Voltaire to define modern life like Charles Baudelaire.
You're still reading Byron? That's rare. Are you a Vicodin heir reclined in a chair or a child that's in care by a Chinese au pair?
Or a 19th century pirate with sight that's impaired? Guess that's why you get scared when brothers Wright out of thin air.
And that's a nice try, but I ain't a Marxist, mon frere. Why, do you ask? Cuz I ain't on oxy, moron. That's why I own shares.

[EyeDealIstic]

I've got desires and needs only the throbbing member of another man can satisfy

You're a vegan except for your hunger for guys gravies,
no maybes and no, you cannot bear babies.

Stop asking to be impregnated, your needs are fabricated.
You're going to sass until your derriere is desecrated.

You firmly believe the solution to your problems are throbbers.
You steal semen samples at a clinic and call yourself bank robber.

You dont pick up his calls unless he is offering sex.
You lost your posterior virginity like you lose battles of word, mind, and text.


Post Script Prediction- @TheShaman will reply with something effeminate and pointless, guaranteed.

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Post Script Prediction- @TheShaman will only be able to comfort himself with several nude sailors.

[Virbius]

I've got more style than Flaubert when I write with the flair of Francois de Voltaire to define modern life like Charles Baudelaire.
[…]
And that's a nice try, but I ain't a Marxist, mon frere. Why, do you ask? Cuz I ain't on oxy, moron. That's why I own shares.

Yo lemme check my pseudo-intellectual battle rapper bingo card…
TheShaman mentioning Voltaire, thinking that shit goes hard
Bingo!

You’re not rich you’re a fucking hobo, you’ve not got shares (/Cher’s) like Sonny Bono when she went fucking solo, and that shit’s a lot…
I’mma cut you up and shove your body in the biggest pot, boiling your bones since you said you’re getting into stocks.

[TheShaman]

Yo Virb, if you ever killed The Shaman, you'd get the 30 for going against your God like Judas.
Cuz I do this for myself. So if I'm ghost writing it's the Posthumous Memoirs of Bras Cubas.
I don't care what you think is hard. You're all the same like Norman Bates' business cards.
But I'm full of goodwill. So when I pick up chicks in bars, homie's like "My boy's wicked smart!"