I don't need a rhyme, **** what you say
Shoutin "hay" like a horse you
got a hard on for a porsche
Glock handy to leave your brains
Like rorschach
Blotted off the earth
I been doin dirt with grave diggers
You day trippers got no
Sense of finesse
I'ma poet and a saint
I've seen every thang
Never blink, took in more than a sink
Skatin with your ho and she
Beggin for a ring
with my dick in her mouth
Accompanist while i sing
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Originally Posted by WhateverDude
Laser beams, psychedelic hats, and for some reason kittens. Surrel reminds me of kittens.
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^if you wanna know perfection that's it, you dumb shits
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