It's never too late to be better late than never, And even though it's late, we've never been better, Erotic Brothers cumming back in the game, Game is a euphemism for each other's butts.
It may have been years since we last shared our dick (words), But now we are back to fill you with prick (sentences), Rusty spikes of flow possessing your body, When it comes to erotic poems who's better? Nobody!!!!!!!!
Ed Sheratan (auto-correct) is good at musical lyrics, so what? Compared to him we are Samuel, what what in the butt! Gingers in...
Look at my Chest, please On it I spilt some cheese.
Spoilt dairy getting in my *'s I cleaned it off with many licks So bad. Super bad. The cheese didn't taste good.
When your tongue is a parasite, cheese makes you sad Especially when it comes from our dad. He works wood with his tools The cheese he brought home was expired. Liquid dreams inspiring what transpired There is still some cheese left on my chest.
I'm killing it here. This poem is even worst than the last. The cheese is still dripping down my chast (chest).