yes, it's fetched far- step in my yard & catch scars
in the crease like stretchmarks, got my eyes where her breasts are
bout to throw the bitch in a sketch car & take off like the death star
I collect parts.. so her top'll fit nice in my head jar
the night is my playground, never fight it, just stay down
handing over your life is the way out
Whimpers & screams- I write to the same sounds
wish your mom would say it's all a dream?
yeah right- ill claw your sheets so don't fall asleep
drink coffee or snort yay to stall the sheep
Freddy needs helpers- here's the call for creeps
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