[uh-oh]

TEXTING IS DEAD. WE CHAT ON NETCEES INSTEAD
EATING FRUIT LOOPS
LOOKING FOR THE BEST THING SINCE BREAD
BUT ITS ME BITCH
AIN'T NO JET SKIS AND LEGS THAT COULD HAVE YALL CATCH UP
DRINK A BEVERAGE. YA DEAD.
KILLA
I'LL PUT THE SKET TO YA HEAD
HAVE YOU LIKE
FUCK IS THAT
BUT THE NEXT THING YA DEAD
I USED DEAD THRICE.
HAVENT KEYED IN 37 YEARS
YA BITCH IS UGLY BUT IM A PERV AND NEVER FEAR IMA MURDER HER BRASIER WITH AN IMPERVIOUS-ISH LEER LIKE BRING THEM GURGLED TITTIES HERE
NIPPLES LOOKING LIKE THEY HERDIN' WITH SOME DEER
STILL TWISTS THEM SHITS WHILE SHE OBSERVES IT IN A MIRROR

SPOOKY

DA GODS KOOKY AND OFF HIS ROCKER
A GOON THAT'LL ALWAYS PROSPER IN NUMEROUS SLOBBER KNOCKERS
CONQUER AND ROB A LOBSTER OF CLAWS AND A CONCH HE ROCKS WITH
IS THAT A SHELL OR A BEAST
THE LOGICS FLAWED BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
OR IS IT
MY DICK IS AS MYTHIC AS HIEROGLYPHICS DEPICTING A BURNING VISAGE OF DEATH DEFYING PHYSICS EMBRACED BY EARLY MYSTICS
I'LL CHASE AND BURN A CIVIC WITH LASERS AND CURVE THE DISTRICT THE HATERS WONT LEARN TO WIN SHIT IM GREAT AND IT HURTS YA INNIT.
I COULD SAY SHIT ABSURDLY BRITISH LACED WITH THE SLURS OF MISFITS WHILE RAPING A NERDY MIDGET AND CHASE IT WITH BOURBON, BITCHES.

KILLA