Armed assassin/

Armed assassin bomb molasses, carbon transscript
Dance sip, I'm over the bar like being drunk
Drunken monk
Sunken ships, son will rip like oceans
Potions and lotion, devotion of stoic
Open the notion I'm aj the menace
In my may day it was June for the penace
I kill grasshoppers trash .loggers and bad doctors
Can bloggers and Dance operas
I am the advanced soldier
Drinking can cola
Killing emcees fu.filling the quotient
Killing the notion ending the quotient

Seek psychiatric help. The fuck's wrong with you?

Also, drinking cola will set yourself up for a myriad of eventual health problems that not even lotioning other guys as your 5th line openly hints at will not save you.

i’m fucking leant right now bahahaha

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“In my may day it was June for the penace“ was clean tho

This fucking word salad is an affront to the ability to write and read.