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Verbal Stakes Don't Hurdle My Mistakes
If you’ve got a forked tongue?
I might’ve started discourse some
Before a lark of intercourse begun
Triple-tingle-tipped your mom’s gums
Or girlfriend’s buns, twirled between them
I was stunned!
Slip under my tongue
Trip and whirl, worlds undone
Find me where gods are trembling
Don’t wanna climb a stairway to heaven
But I aim to repaint the rungs!
Skewered quips quickly when I spoke my mind
If you were ticked with me, invoking crimes?
Like Brewer and Shipley I was “One toke over the line”!
We can rip a spree and you can choke on mine!
Triple riddled missiles if I was tipsy at the time!
I might’ve started discourse some
Before a lark of intercourse begun
Triple-tingle-tipped your mom’s gums
Or girlfriend’s buns, twirled between them
I was stunned!
Slip under my tongue
Trip and whirl, worlds undone
Find me where gods are trembling
Don’t wanna climb a stairway to heaven
But I aim to repaint the rungs!
Skewered quips quickly when I spoke my mind
If you were ticked with me, invoking crimes?
Like Brewer and Shipley I was “One toke over the line”!
We can rip a spree and you can choke on mine!
Triple riddled missiles if I was tipsy at the time!
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