You ain't raw son,
I'm the type that'll stab your cunt with a rusty coat hanger until she aborts
Fuck,
I'm more iller
My thoughts sicker than you
Envisioning me in your dreams pissing & shitting on you
Before pistol whipping your skull,
In a position for lube is yourself...
Yet got double fisted with two clenched ones that fucking punched thru your health,
Left more than punctured is swell
Left more than fucked up is hell
Ima now exit this poxy ass thread
feeling pleased that I've bodied you man
& put you promptly to death
I hope your Joker ass never fucking properly rests.
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