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SOS "SAVE OUR SOULS"
Twice as nice as China's high priced rice
Eaten by the mice eat up by the lice
Once enticed by this ice you can't loose the noose
Until you roll a double deuce
on a biased one sided dice
!!Mayday-Mayday!! !!SOS!!
I'm hard pressed I'm depressed in distress
I'm mentally obsessed in this mess
a test I can't contest
that's made me testy
and my case I'll never rest
With this stress comes a test
I was blessed with the zest of so much more but I gave less
My soul is naked and undressed for this world to molest at my request
I was heading east for so long now I'm going west
I thought I was the host with the most and home alone
I was wrong all along so I'll be your guest or a pest
surely I jest I guessed the right time in my head but the wrong address
The heart attacked Inside my chest is in cardiac arrest
yet I still can't address all this damage I assessed
I thought it was a game of checkers but it's a guessing game that I guess was chess
To a spark from a flame I'm digressively aggressively regressive and I can't progress
Red Rover Red Rover send my endgame right over
I'm smoking forty four leaves of clover and this is more than I can shoulder
or ingest higher than a bird's nest
I've past all the rest to reach the crest
In this contest I detest to confess
Oh what a fukkin mess
For all of this to end with my last breath in sudden death is my hopes at best
!!Mayday-Mayday!! !!SOS!!
Eaten by the mice eat up by the lice
Once enticed by this ice you can't loose the noose
Until you roll a double deuce
on a biased one sided dice
!!Mayday-Mayday!! !!SOS!!
I'm hard pressed I'm depressed in distress
I'm mentally obsessed in this mess
a test I can't contest
that's made me testy
and my case I'll never rest
With this stress comes a test
I was blessed with the zest of so much more but I gave less
My soul is naked and undressed for this world to molest at my request
I was heading east for so long now I'm going west
I thought I was the host with the most and home alone
I was wrong all along so I'll be your guest or a pest
surely I jest I guessed the right time in my head but the wrong address
The heart attacked Inside my chest is in cardiac arrest
yet I still can't address all this damage I assessed
I thought it was a game of checkers but it's a guessing game that I guess was chess
To a spark from a flame I'm digressively aggressively regressive and I can't progress
Red Rover Red Rover send my endgame right over
I'm smoking forty four leaves of clover and this is more than I can shoulder
or ingest higher than a bird's nest
I've past all the rest to reach the crest
In this contest I detest to confess
Oh what a fukkin mess
For all of this to end with my last breath in sudden death is my hopes at best
!!Mayday-Mayday!! !!SOS!!
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