Olive Pop 3

Lyrics

You shit it ill split edit spit fuck it into existence and after its finished I'll finish you off and chase it down with the Ara laced sexual positions cuz why try winnin a mechanically separated finger lickin good foul bitch while the red on ya neck burns red hot while you fuckrd it to death count the feathers you plucked til you cum chicken hunters gonna come on you too hummin on the scripture that could blow the clothes off of your local downtown dive bar toxic slut chasin toxic visions you think a shovel to the dome gonna resonate anywhere past the 30 seconds you got to make the last fatal decision you'll ever make when you shoulda with your wife and kids kidding around a loving something that at least resembles a species of ya OWN DAMN KIND WISHIN THE TIME WOULD AUTOMATICALLY REWIND SEE USUALLY IM VERY KIND THROUGH THE LIKES OF LOOKS OF THE CROOKED ASS SPYIN EYES ATTACHED TO A CROOKED ASS SPINE OF A PRIVATE EYE FULL OF FALSE PRIDE WHO MAILS ME PREPAID CHARGES FOR ALL THE POST TRAUMATIC STRIFE AFTER I PUSSY POPPED HIS TROPHY ASS WIFE SHE SUCKED MY DICK WHILE HE BEGGED FOR HIS WORTHLESS ASS LIFE WITH A NINE MILLY IN HIS PIPE ITS HARD TO HEAR THE WORDS HES SAYIN SOUNDS LIKE HES PRAYING BUT YOUR GOD IS NOT HERE NOW CALM DOWN COUNRTY BOY WHO WAS STUCK ON THE NIPPLE SO LONG HIS SHLONG WILL BE THE FIRST THING WE RAISE FIST AND PISTON FUCK YOUR PUSSY ASS DONKEY RAPIN DICK LIPS TO THE SKY AND MAYBE WELL LET YOU BREATHE LONG ENOUGH BEFORE WE ANESTHESTITISE YOU LEFT EYE WITH A NEEDLE LONG ENOUGH TO REMIND YOU THAT YOURS. WONT. CANT. EVER. RAPE. SHIT. AGAIN. BITCH. I saw it in a dream I'll make a reality someday, its not because usually being approachable comfortably cozy combat free zoned dreamy ethereal yet fragile geophysical habitable habitat instead of jacked up prices with jerk hospitality but that's pretty much everywhere somewhere wherever that is and they all spend way too much on gasoline so they jerk their gerkens at olives garden I fuck beg fuckin Jamaican Jerkin ass fuckin pardon but they took turns eatin her ass out behind popeyes spinachy hunchback ass back and last time her got her sick when he suddenly developed scurvy on his weiner but ya can't blame the guy because before vinger and the spinach made him bigger when he was still a mister who worked up the courage to look down at wrists cracked open a can and got pissed at her but then the story takes a twist he just couldn't resist the oil in olive and semen do tend to stay resilient and persistent but the double forearm muscle bubble fisted but he only took her fishing for less than one minute and now hes at his fuckin limit hes gotta call the clinic because shes clearly no longer breathing livin like we're livin like our heretically deranged hero executed erotica woke up their landlovin landlady thats when they demons started screamin in the open spaces in his sentimental skull of the semanal sermon the seman was seein cuz he got that second 6th sense kinda ESP perception type believe it a faith is all a man can place true hope because when you look around and see all the hopeless faces hidden in the shadows of those hopeless dark and dank hopeless places and your heart just sank at all the glazed out 1000 mile trail of motherfuckin tears stares and young when the fuckin shock doesnt rock the little ones until the little lost groe up to be the little lost and this the part where I it, to my own story when i was 13 years older i didnt vibe much with the kids in my class so ID'ed myself a stoner and no friends became the life of a loner but never lonely i was too busy paying attention to never being tardy because when independence comes with the quickness in Detroit summer time flash frame injunctions intersected with the extra ratios of the light in the windows on the night of my abduction and steller rays reminded me radiant switch blade the lemons for the lemonade theyd be sellin whila mama sellin crack to the heads in they same trap they be dwellin and I kept it all inside but the lesson learned was never about rejection but whe livin la viva loca but when ya ass is broke as a prepubecent you gotta ask the hoodrat bitches for the dope laced coke to protect the slight indentations and imperfections on your erection and fuckin ditch the listless little snitches and ill admit my fuckin problem is fuckin bad bitches so come on cardi let's go party I'll bring my new best friend hes true blue ballbustin semihuman seminal sensation so tell that wet ass blown out hood that we're coming with both of Popeyes pisten so that shitty kitty spit push spit fuck spot better be able to live up to its magically delicious dish of glistening creation long story short i swung of to the side entering a into slipping state of a nongravitational situation the sailor pissed he said hey i payed for a fix for that and he dropped me with enormous piston pissed of sailor turned pirate the end of his crusty yellow pipe cob and thats the motherfuckin END HOLLA