Quick Wit It...
Words converge personal,
Herbs get served no mercy
Surgical slugs merge with nursery's,
Life uncertainty
I know you nerds have heard of me,
Exis murders certainly
Have you wishin' nervously,
That these bullets disperse in curves
So that they straight miss you,
Arc around and fate dissed you
Displaced weight in eight pistols,
Dick ride and I'll straight piss you.
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