friday the 13 one thing one king 12 rings
girl i don't bling take me the way i am wringing
6 year old blood from dead carnavels singing
phat farm lady's thinking in hooked on phonics
i nolonger meditate on chronic beatings
of use meeting pulling back hairs on ears of corn
i torn down your defense wit leaflets of nothingness
but a kiss that was unfelt shifted text tonic plates
making vaginal walls shake alex the great traveling
in full metal jacket salvation is covering the head
after this conquest you'll be lying in my bed
and i promise to keep my family fed x he's right on time
so stop wasting time and say you'll be mine i don't
drift or draft i hang clide the glyde drextler
until our picture is like a trophy on the dresser
enemies call me witty and clever but i no better
to be gas up because i was so tired of being fed up
i know this love kindness gentleness mercy meekness peace joy
happiness visions dreams come from the spirit

and so i shall call him the almighty dragon


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The End - To Everybody