there's no one left to buck lead at hence
why I rub the handprints off a couple mac tens
nah
i'm just grouchy enough to uppercut your ragged
puppet ass when you rummage trashbins
punchin' ya abdomen like your guts been askin
for an ass kickin' have you puking up buckets of stomach acid
you fuckin bastard, i'm a mad mastiff that puckers up mothers' back ends
with a mad stiff mushroom package that'll have a slut beg fast for me to nut, get flaccid
or revive the cypher, so what the fuck has happened, are you all on a nutmeg absence?
tripping out on some unimagined drug reaction?
its a break from such gigantic
dumbassness
plastered in a pedantic fuckhead fashion
that i must've mashed in