I'm fresher than optometrist specialty drop water is. Mentally off charts with the Pedigree dawg....chompin bits. Rhymin like peppers in hot sauce with extra srirach on it. My sentences hot boxed, the letters are all fog: You fellas get launched off whenever you haul off of it. Especially Bob Marley texting that I'm dropping, an exodus. The pressure just dawns on me, then I let it rip. The veteran, all army specialist bomb dropping this excellence. I'm Paul Coffey with Gretzky sick, dog vomit and strep with spits. Nonstop with the death I'm just, beating a dead horse like the autopsy was negative.
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My syllable count approximately a billion, bounce. You cannot compete.
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