My boy Kaos, tryin ta climb the mountain, ta find me on top...
But he ain't reachin the peak, his balloon of elevation popped.
Crashing down, rocks against flesh, results like a gore clip...
Too bad ya didn't reach tha peak, ya'd av only left with sore lips.
From punches, no, from stretchin them round somethin think...
Ya came ta bow to ya master, but kept bumpin inta my dick.

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