Chimaera
Punching fist straight up into the helicopter
Wicked tricking morbid Draculas
Can I feel like a man?
Women's underwear
Soaking in bleach and listerine
Rolling dough in scopolamine
Making you do unspeakable things
Guarantee to never release you
Echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, artificial
Our mentor screwed up
When he taught us manipulation
Screment shaped like marzipan
You could make a condog beg
My favorite thoughts already said
The rest are stupid, soft or dead
C-c-cool it, motherfucker, like I said
Beaver pink, man, it stinks on your plastic bed
Well, I'm a lover and I, I give good head
But all you gunners are a goner and the kid is dead
Back it up!
The mom wept
Toy worms me, I'm monkey for a scary set
The kid returns, that's nonsense!
Bye little birdie, I'm bereft
I wrote a poem for you but I don't know where it went
I have feelings! They never left!
I'm a victim, I'm a victim and I'm super wet
Super soaked, contest
29, sleeping but she is your favorite pet
Oh my God! A best friend
Buy, buy, buy, baby, if it's in demand
Come on world, get ready, get set
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While I'm high, I made up another word
I'm sky high and the hoes are getting scared
My favorite weapon is the sword
And the weapon is a sword
And the weapon is a sword
Hi Phantoma, I'm glad I met ya
Your weapon's frightening
And like enlightening
Cross my legs and wish to die
I'll take walks on sober nights
But a high time looks like bestest life
Lillie three and star triangle
Your friend is crazy and mighty, mighty hot
Troll some losers and never get caught
No one else can see the beyond
I prefer it one on one
When the gig is sucking, fucking and taxing
You are a champion, fuck the rejection
Live in the night and sleep in the sun
Me, I'm monkey
Me, I'm monkey
Hi, Sasha
Take a big rock, throw it at a bigger rock
And I can't help think we both are rocks
But it's too damn late but we both rock bitch
Hi, Sasha
Your face looks like a perfect shape
Your eyes see fractals, can't relate
You always get what I explain
I can't see it but I can feel it
Echo, echo, echo, echo, artificial
It's true
One, two, three, five, prime is seven
I can count up to 11
You can count your way to Heaven
Echo, echo, echo, echo, artificial
Echo, echo, echo, echo, artificial