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Bitch Baby Boss Killer
03:54
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dont hurt me....
echoes deform way past scorn, multiply exhibits. i slip pills 2 coats, sodomize my throat
fake is my most preferred kind of violence. poltergeists from my demonizing silence. their edges dark
e n gorging wrath. policign TRAPS
NEGATIVE filter is the prose of my exposure. POP UP in ur instruments no announcement to be had. U AND ME the cosign of hubris. BOOTLEG PUSSY CENTERS MARKETING UR ANSWERS
TICKLE IN MY JUICE, IM LIKE YODA SERVING BOOKS. IM THE
B A B Y B O S S
psycho iconic christabel bionic blood milk fappening
letter to the voice thats happening, inoculate my waste post-vaccinate, and then some
dreaming thru the killer i commit my final vice
AND THEN SOME
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KIDS 4 CHRISTMAS
03:28
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is that mine? well. i think i like it. maybe ill give it back next time. do u think its near?? that speical fealling???????
FUCK EYA@!! ! imma beat it!!! and mayve next time, ill feeed! it!!!! lick ur leaks ur my sanmich!!!!!!
KIDS kids! 4 CHRISTMAS woooh! MANY MORE! MEGA FANBASE! THE NEW! IS BIGGER! HAPPY HOME MULTICENTERS EXTRA SEATS MORE FOR DINNER MULTIPLY
im bad at math cuz i know theres no such thing as facts my lifes the candy for hte fansbase it gets bigger. dont b surprised when i tell u.....
WERE HAVING KIDS 4 CHRISTMAS!
theres shit.....in the basket of puppies......DONT SHOW IT TO ME
IM IMPOSSIBLY FUCKED UP IM IMPOSSIBLY FUCKED UP
it was covered in sprinkles if u wanted to know. body brown doobie w colorful smoke
OOOOH! ive only heard baout it!!!! a toy for our fav hole!! high on life is our motto1! our love feels strong like bags of sand, peeettr pann
KIDS kids! 4 CHRISTMAS woooh! MANY MORE! MEGA FANBASE! THE NEW! IS BIGGER! HAPPY HOME MULTICENTERS EXTRA SEATS MORE FOR DINNER MULTIPLY
breakin my feet for a nonstop run idc what ive alredy done lay the bricks for a path i didnt know
doooom w other feeeeliiiings i belieeeve what myiyy liiiifes abouuut
im about it im bob
THAT SHIT. IM THAT PUPPY. WOFFFFFFFFFFFFWWFOWOWOFFWOFWOOWFOFWW
IM IMPOSSIBLY FUCKED UP IM IMPOSSIBLE FUCKED UP IM IMPOSSIBLY FUCKED UP IM IMPOSSIBLY FUCKED UP
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GLOMANIC_ADHD
03:16
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I LIKE SMOKE A LOT IN CRIMINAL NEED, WITH EXTRA SAUCE. BUTTONS ON THE PHONE THEY MAKE ME PANIC BLACK ON BLACK PEN N PAPER SHAMAN. ITS MY BLADE THAT ALWAYS CUTS, SUCK N TRUCK, NOW IM THE BUTTONS ON THE PHONE, IT FUCKS ME ON ITS OWN
I NEED U HERE 4 HORSE LOCO FEAR EXPLICIT FREEDOM
hyper glitch fill my guts like a bag of sticks the sick rose velvet screens flip the stages of the show
smokinn droo after hours in the SKY EMPIRE
drowning summers hot bodies on toddlers i hope it shoots me in my head. cut my shades behind the cloud sucking section, dont 4get 2 mention
boss baby bitch
benchmark flappy bird, repeat the boss to pinch the turd. megadonna phallus, 6 feet, alll deepp
lights go out, its sexo r the saw in the cave filled, w hot snouts
astrogastronomy carves the most fuckable bodies, a million bodies, innocent, return
god is laughing. CONFIRMED
thugged out jackoff, my stuffy sauce with creamy socks, randomizing marble plexus becomes my mischievous descendance
i am was high to when my parents caem. home
DADDY STRUCTURE, BRICK MY BRAIN WITH UR FASCIST RUPTURE, PINKY CHAKRA FROM THE GROIN TO THE SPLEEN, ON DEMAND EXECUTION OF MY PHANTASY PLEASE!!!!!
LICK MY LIKE U CARE. BITE ME MAKE IT TEAR. MY DRAWERS OF FICITON COLLAPSE TO SCHMORGASBOARDS OF POISON
I BREAK. U KNOCK. I BREAK. U KNOCK.
I LIKE SMOKE A LOT I LIKE SMOKE A LOT I LIKE SMOKE A LOT AAAH
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FUTURE JOKER
02:32
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yea im a lil baby, whatchu wnna do to me? im more than big, nah thats not ok. im somethin lik ea man all i knead is digits, im typing up ur numbers like im DOOTODOOTODT
dont quote me nah, u aint have my instincts. my lifes a problem, the cure is just for kids. they say i do it raw cuz i tell them not to talk, chained up in the yard i could be ur favorite dog
im so up on so much get good its why i never talk. dont care if time is on the clock cuz the futures always wrong. ITS ALWAYS WRONG
ahHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA
cant ball up on my jawn im like future kobe. AHHAHAHAHAH
alright i kno uve seen it, culd ne described as long something i have always donned ð, my list of demons. im checkin on ur chest at the coat check cuz i care about ur feelings, hang it up like an achievement
SHOOTERS IN RED, FIRE LIKE WATER ZAP OF THE PALM DROWN ME TO DEATH, SINK IN UR CHAIR PUDDLE LIKE SOYLENT, CUDDLES OF FLEX, IM SINGLE KID INCEST SO MAKE ME A SIGN AND SUPPORT ME
ride up the walls, uncle was wrong, daddy no call, IM AN ASTRONAUT BUT IM PLAYING HOUSTON
IM A HERO AND A TRAGEDY IN A MARVEL MOVIE
BITCH U DONT UNDERSTAND WAIT TILL UR MY FAVORITE FAN
umm...
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MEOW
MEOW
MEOW
MEOW
Oh my god!
What am I gonna use to call my friends!
There's ketchup in here!
Oh really!
I didn't wanna wake up!
You get absolutely nothing!
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so tru
04:26
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ahhhhhhh...
click of the link signal raw bittys cast hex in the back of white lexus
im meeting...2 extremes,,informed dreaming......
drifting hard thru the travel channels. the screen is mooning. fugue installed, born as it falls. cause paper cuts from tarot pictures. so demeaning. poet burlesque centauri g string. sunk the tincture from the center of a star. OH MY GOD
picking cherries off like pretty lights. tell my friends im (out of sight). pierce the light behind the eye, THE MAP INSSSIDE - TOWARDS A DEMENTED M1ND
corporeally fast my own ships mast. insomnia ferocious psychic mitosis. plz dont stop
ITS JUST SO
TRU
the instance rise, ascend the sign
marble rooms on my zoom. every angle feels so tru. 2 wolves, no clothes, out my throat. its, COMING OUT MY THROAT
2 WOLVES EXUME, UNGUIDED AND CHOOSE
HARD KNOCK STUNTS, TYPE 0 DRUGS
it never dont stops.....
DEVOTION
GOD STAB. 1 HAND
HOLY GHOST
casting cradle on all my cremations. sculpture symbol all my realizations. excitationsss. unfinal STATIONNNNNN
break the bank on gods account, silver spiders on filigrees, NATUREU IS NOISE. close the show when math attacks. swarming taps of bats feeling SUSUSUSUS
I WISH YOUD CALL WHEN I FEEL SPENT. MY BODYS TOLL IS THIS FASCIST RENT. PURFORATED COSMIC PAINTINGS. OUR WHOLE IS OUROS. OURWHOLEISOUROUS
TRU
the instance rise, ascend the sign
marble rooms on my zoom. every angle feels so tru. 2 wolves, no clothes, out my throat. its, COMING OUT MY THROAT
2 WOLVES EXUME, UNGUIDED AND CHOOSE
HARD KNOCK STUNTS, TYPE 0 DRUGS
it never dont stops.....
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HUMAN COLORED WALLS
03:47
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[4K] Phantom Eye
04:21
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listen. im not coming back. but ill still c u
video intact
c heck. c ount. c end it.
1 click. many arrows
linking macros sterile
sterile backdoor. where we linked before. in the interests of the worldwide deceptions. but the ppl come later
COPPER SINKHOLE
1 click. many arrows
linking macros sterile
the sum of my masks
colorish apps that flash
staring back like priests with no optimism
those informed. breaking vengeance for the dead
i cant remember what it said
no longer in the safe. the computer is dreaming
AND IM STILL HERE
WISHING FOR A REASON
1 click. many arrows
linking macros sterile
the sum of my masks
fever
spectres in guise
left on distance
i think its in the dark. ill drive.
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I ABSORBð§¬(D2F REMIXX)
02:04
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THROUGH MYOPIC OCTAVES, IM THE BULL AND UR THE BEAR
MALIFICENT WEARS SHAGGY MINKS FROM CUCKS WITH SCARED INCENTIVES
ITS THE BEAST WITH 2 BACKS, 1 HOLE AND 0 CRACKS
I STICK MY HOLE INTO ITS LIGHT
SHED MY SKIN PREPARE FOR FLIGHT
BET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SEND IT, SPLIT MY NERVES UNTIL I REACH THE CENTER. MARCHING THRU THE AQUADUCTS TO MULTIPLY THE VISION
MOUTH WITH BLOOMING FINGERS CHASES EGREGIOUS WEALTH, I CRADLED IN THE CLOSEUP OF THE HANDS. THAT FEED MY INSTINCTS
LAPSING SEIZURES THAT IVE INFINITELY HAD
................
GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THRU MYOPIC OPTICS, UR THE SIMP AND I DONT CARE
NO HELP IS IN THE JUNGLE CHECK MY VIBE IT SAYS BEWARE
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The Dreamchasers Wheel
03:39
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im so obsessed with u
im over it....u think im talkin to u????
its somewhere here....inside.....HERE
destiny. is waiting.
TILL THEN ILL WATCH IT. streaming crosses at my service. picks me up where i left off. cuz im too soft. for all the reasons yu may be guessing, slipeery temper sweatting.
i see it for a second like a minute in a dream
WHEEL turns BUT STAYS WHERE ITS STILL renaissance ritual DECEIVES ME WITH TICKETS. went back home cuz i felt old NRG DIMINISHED
INTO THE THOUGHTS OF MY INNER CHILDS PILGRIM
PREDATORY IDEAS ALWAYS FEELING NEAR
I CAN SEE THEM BUT IM IN THE WAY
and when all ur dreams come tru........ull know it.......and 4geta.........again.....
STILL WHEEL DROPS AGAINST THE HEAD
THE BRUISE SHOWED ME JESUS BUT I CANT REMEMBER WHAT HE SAID
COMMITTING TO THE IDEA THAT I AM THE PROBLEM OF WHATS REAL
i cant be helped but be obsessed. to be there in the moments we reach. moments we reach......
ð
from all the roots of my hands i commit in seconds to my body - the river i swim - i chewed off all my fins so if i drown ILL FLOAT TO THE LIGHT THATS FINE
YEA
MOMENTS WE REACH
breathe it out the wheel turns. forecast no decision. being is the mission.
and im already here
im already, here
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