I publically shame till those i battle, babble in vein...
Rocking your crane, the real life version of poxy mcbain
Fly like plane, PC to the end, box your domain...
carry bags full of petrol covered dirty rags
Leave ya seeing more stars like broken Flags
Stab you with the pole you shag, fuckin Fag
Ya aint Drag, it's just whats on his cloths stand
Kill you with both hands, slowly like Smokin
Hack-saw your body like the word for a Pole Dance
You all made up , like a bride service, Romance
signitures like something ya say after you received notice
So please take notice of my alternative motive...

6 minutes, im out now.

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Im Born in the same Corn that Jamain picked from Blains Lawn...


YOUR'S TRULY