you're visceral mommie
each time i see you in my eye
turn the music up
shure to be a king's rook
you got the time put out
lasting surely see
you cannot put what knowlegde devines
without the configuration of a volumes nodule
bass pumpin treble strung strings endearments
start pure auto art from the heart
explain in my name my kill
is fluent in death strokes
dead give away strokes
beating me up from what mom keeps hanging on
as i carry her with a gun and a baby at hold up
aint nobody strike a pose enough
instead its a butcher's knife
cuttin up a chicken 50lb head
youre visceral mommie
- Author: pump audio ( Offline)
- Published: January 18th, 2016 11:57
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 29
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