That's why I'll smash a mashed potato inside ya vagina with vigor,
Eye of the tiger, a fucking bloodbath for any writer when I crash the cypher.
The mere presence of death takes me higher, finger fuck an open wound,
To get close to you in a black mask, hoodie, and black pants,
Beer in a black bag while you fags post your Grindr ads on Discords
Like nerds. There's not enough death; it's making my dick soft, absurd.
You fags got it backwards like Kriss Kross, you get packed and bagged like fish sauce,
Packed and bagged your bitch off, then exposed the whole NWO like Eric Bischoff.
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