literally obliterate enemy men till withered faith.
A typical hippy kid that will bite the bullet when ricochet'd.
Often pile obnoxious in sarcophagus for dinner plates,
whimpers met with the block when I drop them off at cinder weight.
drips from vigorous raids on the sinful clitoris cave
leaves me stimulated more than opponents visceral hate.
My soul is withered away as an adrenaline junkies
whos pulse is getting replaced by methamphetamines pumping.
It's from above I flew to grace you with my mystical bliss
then whipped my halo through your hip with a flick of the wrist,
Crip walked into a mist where the heavens exist
and fucked some angels up with energy the devil emits.
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BIRDHORSE 8-15
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