Twist it up Son

Ramshackle crystal tabernacle
barnacle raffle fiddle between
the spackle of faddled spickle
caught in a parabolic giggle
lost in Santas jiggle
see you dancing a jig on the wiggle
fade into a spectrum of jaw breaking skittles now dribble fibber flam viridian eggs and spam toucan Sam pounding lucifer like a half pound ham what's the plan my good man my name ain't Stan,

M and M see you chumps at brunch your wife is my lunch I got a hunch she eyeballed fucked me from jump 21 bat street backbeat keep your sneakers I got weeboks till my cd drops.


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