Pixie Sticks

[Bender]

I’m an armless archer sent to disarm you farmer’s daughters with a margin of my slaughter sent by sixteen part armadas, you’re chicken parmasegna I’m quick to kick your lips to harm ya and the plot thickens when I’m slippin six inches of bomb inside your armor or my tongue inside your momma my guns not a llama it’s an alpaca so when I slap ya it sounds like clappin on ya noggin, spit your dinner in a napkin im applaudin while your nappin and im noddin and wonder what the fuck just happened I was laughin at and watching? This man’s uncommon and im fallin downhill fast like a tobbagen, put the nail in your coffin and seal the casket quick, a bastard in a standard whip filled with cancer sticks use the back of a magnet strip to steal your kids easter baskets with an emmaculate and elaborate plan to scratch my fists on the back of your ford mavericks fantastic six speed gasket kit, Im a disaster with a passive tip lifting off like a massive ship on some nasa shit like a space or rocket ship, watch it soar through your braces chip your face with an awesome fist that’ll hit you in your lips so hard it will erase your distastefulness you’ll feel it in your clitoris and crotches sores when I raise my paper clip and yell ‘all aboard’ at a train engine im while I shake my fist so deplored before I drop the score cuz im amazed with the strange vagueness of your mom’s divorce the way my sprocket tore through your main bitches jock support, got socked in your eye socket and put on life support take your wife off the course and adjourn the court then snort a pixie stick for sport then split the whore in fourths just to see her sickly core contort quickly get absorbed tipsy off a fifth of corn whiskey that was poured on the floor