Call me the rapscallion A rogue rhyme sayer single-handed battalion Thoroughbred pedigree like a black stallion The pale horse couldn?t come close to
My kisses wake her in the night When she turns I'm not there I wouldn't have left if I had known that she'd be left all by her lone It took my breath
September on the ides 1 ? 5, mother?s alive and living Autumn is winding and leaves are changing color No other could have persisted through the winter
Death to the fake who be faking about they stake and mistaken that EMANON is not flexing the raw Real recognize that whenever we enterprise we enter
I hope that what I?m about to tell you really doesn?t ruin Whatever we had and keep the two of us from doing the Things we used to You know just kicking
vomit seeps from your cancerous carcass Excoriating ulcerated manifesting cadaver emanation of sludge and gore Excoriating karrionic cankerous emanation