Gave your bitch a twat full of semen while you nod to The Weeknd
and text ‘bout the thread count the cotton in sheets is.
If she’s knocked up you’ll keep it. Adopt it and feed it
bottles. You’ll sing it songs and you’ll read him
lots of my pieces. Prolly fondle his penis
and coddle his feces. Longing to be this God to my Jesus.
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