π˜—π˜°π˜ͺ𝘴π˜ͺ𝘰𝘯'𝘴 π˜–π˜₯𝘦

HoboBilbo

My pussy aint poppin

and it don't just splode neither

got that nuclear pussy make you fall to your kneesuh

fucked into a skeleton

then I'll make ya come again

leave ya radiated and beggin for some medicine 

squeeze the d down to the Frenchman's Flats

nigga you better start prayin cause I'm on the attack

 

got that doomsday pusssy get out get down boom

got that doomsday pussy gonna blow up your room

got that doomsday pussy get out get down boom

got that doomsday pussy gonna blow up your room

 

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my pussy more bomb than 9/11

we bustin we blowin 

caustic acid's flowin  

better make your peace cause you won't see the morning 

it's about to blowout

watch out for the fallout

 

*samples We'll Meet Again by Vera Lynn*

 

Now I got a moan that'll deafen your ears

And residual pain that oughta follow for years

So you better think first befo you call me a ho

Cause if this thing blow it'll level the floor

Showing up to aftermath in hazmats, gasmasks wheezing and collapsing like asthmatics 

Ain't no stopping this it's automatic

Shockwave wiping those who jack it in traffic 

 

Got that doomsday pussy get out get down boom 

Got that nuclear pussy that'll blow up your room

Got that doomsday pussy get out get down boom 

Got that nuclear pussy that'll blow up yo room

 

There it goes again

A carcinogen 

Shocking the nation

More than gin and aviation 

This pussy forged in battle right next to my asshole

If it'll blast it will turn you to a shadow

Get atomized, get traumatized

My bay doors open, cut down to size

If you say that you'd survive you're telling lies

Cause everyone that ever see this pussy dies

 

Got that doomsday pussy get out get down boom 

Got that nuclear pussy that'll blow up yo room

Got that doomsday pussy get out get down boom

Got that nuclear pussy that'll blow up yo room

  • Author: HoboBilbo (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 4th, 2024 21:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: Would you believed me, when one told ye thatβ€”this was stolen from my russian spy. I taught him American Damintia.
  • Category: Humor
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