Thu
May
21
No more
All you poets who think you can rhyme
have something wrong in your chemical design
And before you decide to go ahead and spit
Here, just stuff your mouth with my fat dick
Stroke it down and up, and be sure to lick
Be sure to kiss,
Yea bitch, kiss it with passion
Make this blowjob the new fucking fashion.
And remember “Fuck, Fuck you, and Fuck you too”
Freaking out like those fucking critters at the zoo
Yea that’s how far I’ll take it
Just to see your girlfriend naked
And your sister, and your fucking mother
You god damn fucking motha fucker
Hitting the blunt while hitting behind
Twist you around, your brain is mine
