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The Mona'Lisa of Surrey

Tame the animal I'm?,,,
Some kind of beast, I suppose.

Girl I love your words,
I wish I could see you and relieve you of clothes

Ya I suppose
You can cum ride my rodeo's
And yes please leave me tongue tied to your glory holes
I am a young guy who would happen to love to spread wide open your Oreo's

And lick your center

I'd dick you better

Then you have ever

Received a dick in forever

To achieve your touch would be a treasure

But to eat you breakfast and lunch


Would be...

EVEN BETTER~! ;)

~•~

I'm in the zone bro
I'll hit you with a stones throw
Connect to your dome so
Rest of your days you will roam slow

~•~

With my brain damage
My motive is displayed savage
You are all day only average
And are in no way maverick

~•~

Like I be,

I've been injected with flow through an I.V.

And I'd like ta let'cha know your hoe be beside me

~•~

At the drop of a hat
You get walked on like a mat
After I wipe my feet, how are you gonna forget?

~•~

I'm on a break, more dangerous than a piranha snake

You all are fake

Less than 1% I would call awake.

I give the "tick" and "pol" a shake

I'm Auschwitz,... Let the ovens bake

And I ain't taking no hostages, that will respond at the gate

~•~

When I get there

With a cocaine induced drip clear

~•

In the back of my throat, being chased back with liquor

On the river grabbing a boat
So that I can give'er

Blah blah blah
Ok..
Hmmmm
What's your mission then?
Do you seek discipline?
Plush. Envision it
Don't touch. Quit pushin it
I'm a lush. How fortunate
Just imagine it
What's your regiment?
I am dungeon man
High on some gonja and my supply of my other friend Oxycotton my brethren

I love it,

When I'm on a bend

But my heart has rotten

I think the party must end..

& I now I don't find my thoughts important

But Bacardi's my friend

Until my hearts is a pounding

Then nothing has started to end

I hate it how the fucking
pills are sparse surrounding

My neighborhood

Only one two people tops I would say be good

To have them in stock

But I have plenty of luck

Because I have a safe with a lock

Containing the stock -piled

  full bottles I chuck

In

And booze too=I'm alcoholic as fuck, mang

Well,

You can suck my balls for good luck

Wtf?
Anyways

At the casino I am known as family
I'm always gambling
No way I'm rambling..
I'm just writing an article,
For a magazine

&

It is called "retarded insanity"

What's the recipe
For a master piece?

I have a fuck you style, it has arrived but took a while
I'm just a broken child, whose now grown up & smoking wild.

~•~

I live life like a whore again, I'm very sorry lord, I sin, I drink till my head sorta spin, when, I'm in and out of court again.
But when skeletons try escaping my closet I board'em in
They go unreported &

I'm an accordion

I play with keys that's my story &

I DO NOT believe that religious shit SO indeed DO NOT, worry..
Now PLEASE pass me the keys because I NEED a mc flurry
Then after:
WE'LL


Paint this town:

~ the MonaLisa of Surrey..

The end

Written by Madintellect

(Mike stew)

Published 20th May 2017

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