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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
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
Published 20th May 2017
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