A pronoun explaining it self with story’s of sex with a robot? So I load up the slingshot an take on Goliath with headshots until its head explodes an lays forgot an we go back to times where it’s untaught. Men wanting to bleed an have blood clots,onslaughts on their donuts. I’m smooth like off the fringe with chip shots,I got ya woman singing like birdies. No later than twelve thirty I’m dropping off my kids then splitting. Fuck these faggots talking wack,in your mouth I’m hitting. Sew up your mouth like ya moms crochet needles an knitting. So stop plotting like ya know what’s good,riding your unicorn misunderstood.
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