Sick Twisted Fantasy Of Enlightenment On The Mountain Of Fat
Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 11:29 am
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At the crack of dawn the world shall be....
a leaky faucet, step back into the demons office
wet dreams of bossin', just slurp the semen off this
dreams is tossed in the least appeased of offense
I'm off ends switchin' off lens, cut the camera's
stashin' dust in hampers or your babies fuckin' pampers
shake of the rust and damp up that of lust and faster...
faster...shake the world as though it was a snowglobe
feel the crush of old bones stuck on interrupt...oh no
texts hit like automatic gunshots, service just runs off
like a sentence that comes off on the right track, but once lost
no going back that route, backed out into a puddle of urine
fetal, it pretty much explains the cuddle that your in...
leave em muddled and squirmin' before they can utter to a person
silence.....that's all that comes back to the mindstate...
rhyme late, i-rate, my place became covered in this pie cake
I think I'm trippin', but maybe I isn't, or maybe I didn't
maybe I'm livin' but kissed good riddance to the un-livin'
and twirled in this path created by this here ghastly creature
then I awake to the torment of reality...where I actually beat her...
she succumbs to my movements....damn...this is sick and twisted...
you kids get a kick of this don't you? and I just writ this....for....teh....lulz
At the crack of dawn the world shall be....
a leaky faucet, step back into the demons office
wet dreams of bossin', just slurp the semen off this
dreams is tossed in the least appeased of offense
I'm off ends switchin' off lens, cut the camera's
stashin' dust in hampers or your babies fuckin' pampers
shake of the rust and damp up that of lust and faster...
faster...shake the world as though it was a snowglobe
feel the crush of old bones stuck on interrupt...oh no
texts hit like automatic gunshots, service just runs off
like a sentence that comes off on the right track, but once lost
no going back that route, backed out into a puddle of urine
fetal, it pretty much explains the cuddle that your in...
leave em muddled and squirmin' before they can utter to a person
silence.....that's all that comes back to the mindstate...
rhyme late, i-rate, my place became covered in this pie cake
I think I'm trippin', but maybe I isn't, or maybe I didn't
maybe I'm livin' but kissed good riddance to the un-livin'
and twirled in this path created by this here ghastly creature
then I awake to the torment of reality...where I actually beat her...
she succumbs to my movements....damn...this is sick and twisted...
you kids get a kick of this don't you? and I just writ this....for....teh....lulz