Not much to say not already say. I love you like I like sugar, on peanut-butter covered bread. And this verse was like chunky peanut butter, mhm-mhm! - plays banjo. -

You had that...emotional shit, but my heart is like meatloaf left in the stove too long --- good for lobsters. My shovel agrees all aspects had the finality of a breast job costing twenty million g's. A penis wags in delight at this collab, and the imagery and structure involved with it's creation, Jumping Johazafat. I said John had the best piece, but both were equally pleasurable.