so cik
i'm encephalytic
with syphillus
while counting my sperms cells low
you wanna go jim crow and get high strung up with a bungee cord
you can't afford this type of goodwill
i don't kill i kell
five fortunes i tell at the same time
rewind, be kind, so close, my encounters' third kind
my mind flows like a sieve, that's how my scales, count your dead weight
i hate that
when you go to scrape the barnacles of and you cough and get water all up in your lungs
i'd rather kingom like come and take the condom of then scoff when the doctor warns me to slow down
i'm two tiered like retrobate
go ahead and take it off
i've seen that sloth before
but last time
i must admit
i hit alt f4
and aborted
see i'd snorted a couple lines and these dimes we're looking pretty good so i stood to attention set my hood to ressurection and proceeded condensation
i turned water into whine and when the weren't buying that i fed them some similac