Sour ball of candy call it the crybaby
very tart, butt holes burn
you're still dark vaders sun burn
to hell

leave you a sirloin bistec
no more A1 sauce to add
the flavor

leave the raft in the pastors
pew let him sacrifice the two
your anger and pain

give it up
I know you're
a sweetheart and
not so heavy metal
kiss with the make up
in white like the move e scream


we hear your halo crow
let the crows fly
I just shot them out of the sky
with my sling drone

remote controlled

have a happy new yeah
peace puppie
from the splice
clinic.


love
is dry
rub

from your
ribs
like eve
did.