Toilet seat while Im powered by mylanta...
I dream of the dirty laundry lying in my hamper
the skeletons in my closet & souls that Im after
that carton holds 12 shells to leave your mind scattered
buck shot, fuck shots...give me a full bottle & blunt
theres a secret inside their mind that I gotta debunk
dont hand me these clickbaits unless they chopped into chunks
the toaster is popping em up with the bread to match
my ego combined is Rushmore with an equestrian strap
when Im at em family...you wont see Uncle Fester in that
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.....laugh....and the world laughs with you
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