[BWHAHA]

sigh.


I gargle 2% percent milk


Macabre, morose, favorable full-course meal of a naked full grown veal.
Tasteless. Control+Alt+Delete your soul and re-write the protocol form
Cobalt kurt's chrome. Update your HTML to make you sooo obsolete.
Encase me in titanium-sheet metal, poured on the cement, then I broke off con-crete.
It's like an iranian mission in SoCom, once missiles and napalm, fiscally make their way and sizzle your mates arm.
I'll create a constitution. The militant that 'vades nam.
You're Treponema pallidum on a prostitutes clit.
Tripping on your pals after I shoot em', and after it becomes a joke
"LOOK AT THESE DEAD GUYS, SO MANY OF THEM"
Spin goes the dreidel, but fuck jews and their cheapness. I'll purposely spin a penny on em'.
It's Lenny Kravitz, with impending action on a massive-brawl scheming rape case
If you're Pink Floyds brick in the wall, I'm Miley Cyrus's cannonball screaming mayday
hey hey hey.
The baphomets true form. Replace a diabetic's blood transfusion with ketchup.
I didn't get charged. It was pretty much inconclusive from the get-up
convolution conundrum, receive a concussive conclusion
I'll eat alphabet soup but sneeze cause I'm allergic and spell the words achoo cause I'm fucking confusing. Fuck you.
Oooooohhhhhhh nooooooooo! I hate fabolous. Cause he spells his name wrong, bombtastic rhymes when I flow
I'm off Saturn. Take a lous-y dildo and shove it up his ass right after he say's f-a-b so it falls in line with the "OH!'
Mostly cathartic, with the flow that I harness. ghostliest martian, it's moses and golem.
Fuck'a stupid baby, and fuck'a depressing mid-lifer
The shit that I spit ciphered, is like a one fif- nah one sixth of the best shit you ever thought to think you thought you thoughted/thinked the thoughts I thunk. Fire.
Thaw you from a clunk of ice, and before it starts to melt
I'll hold a lighter to my breath and burp, cause I'm drunk as hell
*raspberries* I'm a child at heart, but that child is six years old
This fist here though, ages faster, it's got the grade-8 backburst of a grenade blaster.
Kente with a leg unmaimed. Running from the master henchmen
Use my peg as a shotgun and say kunta everytime I blast a peasant
Take you to Grenada in a jet-plane backwards
asphyxiate you in the jet-fumes til' the smog creates a methane casper (and he says boo)
I'm Lex Luth. Nah, I'm none of those guys, BWHAHAHAHA. Laughing insanely, a bit.
Led the league in sacks, and I ain't even playing and shit.
Twiddling thumbs. Ridiculous motherfucker with a stick in his butt
Wanna' get a girl? Listen up, little punk, here's the pick-up line that'll get you sexed and fucked:

Girl, I'm so sleepy.
Girl: Why, you sleepy hon?
Cause that ass put ME TO SLEEP, must be because it's A JIGGGGGLYYYYYYYYYYYPUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF JIGGGGGGGGLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYPUFFFFFFFFFFFFF FFFFFF (repeat 10x)

Take the A-1 steak, and shove it all up your ped'stals.
dripping Visine drops on fresh shark made from the jet-fuel.

what is border patrol doing