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Mr. Killa Stank Stank

      "A tisket a tasket I have something in my basket  
A motherfuckin 9mm automatic-so bitch you can have it,  
      "A high speed bullet you can lick that will make you shit  
Now they're looking at you layed out like shit in a casket,  
 
      "Because anywhere this killa stank stank will put in work  
From daycares to a fool getting baptized at church,  
      "Now the motherfucka is a hole having bitch like Jesus Christ  
Realize a ugly motherfucka like me has never been wrapped to tight,  
 
      "I live in the home of the hard and the brave  
A street time veteran-understand to the killing I'm a slave,  
      "Or am I addicted to the killing  
If so then I'm gonna keep it up as the Devil's willing,  
 
      "Butt-naked with a hard dick I'll dance in a sandstorm  
Because I'm more evil than the children of the corn,  
      "My mom when pregnant swallowed cum everyday and everywhere  
That's why I was born with a head full of Bukkake hair,  
 
      "My psychological damage  
Makes my grip on reality hard to manage,  
      "Along with my short-term memory  
That's why I always feel like motherfuckas are pissing on me,  
 
      "So now I start to piss back, leaving the seat up  
As in their flesh hollow points without mercy I dump,  
      "Like motherfuckas play hard-I motherfuckin kill hard  
Causing disturbance like a library's silence from a loud fart,  
 
      "The foul shit makes me smell like a septic tank  
Breathe it deep in-all of my funky stank,  
      "Call it a process of poot-poot elimination  
Straight from the asshole without hesitation,  
 
      "Prescribed medication was medically given to take  
Illegal medication is my choice-so motherfucka I will always partake,  
      "It not only hand massage my deadly imagination  
But increase the intensity of solo bathroom masturbation,  
 
      "Being drugged-out and dazed  
Makes my feelings non-existent on a motherfucka who gets blazed,  
      "Either between the legs, the chest or behind the ear  
Then like a fart in the wind I'll disappear".
Written by CasketSharpe
Published | Edited 1st Jan 2020
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