My fellow brethren
Do not ruin the chain
Or else you’ll end up snorting heroin
You really just have nothing to gain.
He’s whining about the timing, that shalt be forgotten by borgottens, the chanceys have been finished by the fancies.
No I don’t think I will
But if I don’t, I loose my will
I’m so good at rhyming
I’ll come back and try again next timing
Thanks to your ignorance, good Embo
Nothing good shall happen to you
You shall find a turd in your pillow
That I have stolen from the loo
In the end, it's all just a game,
We are as plain as we are not the same.
The class of such statement is to lead astray,
The people will forever stay away.
I say that a lot.
I find things hard to understand.
so I just play with sand.
Oh well i die alot
Cause i kill alot
Cause of that Chinese thot
I get noobed by single man
My heart skips a beat and say Oh man
I woke in a hospital with a old man
He said i rather die than a living guy
You're right about a single thing
There's nothing much to gain
But gosh I do hate heroin
I'd rather snort cocaine
But once I do
Then I'll be high
Too high, in fact
I'd rather die
I have no such rein
All i am is for but a shipfu
And i have destroyers to gain