get torched like a witch burning at the stake, adding fuel to the flame with the pen oil as it drains from the brain onto a blank page, that now lays on display like ancient remains, that's right, bone is back in the booth, imagine the skeleton of a dinosaur breaking the glass, escaping the museum and stomping on you, if it ever happens, then you know who's rapping,
Last edited by Urban Dialect; 01-30-2024 at 07:14 PM.
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