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I’m well

read like Old Spice.

How I like my ice?

Crushed.

If I am a demon, I must be an incubus

In elementary my computer teacher

his name was Mr. Habus.

He would make us do a ton

of boring stuff.

Some of the boys they’d

open another browser and look porno up.

Me I wasn’t born broke as fuck

but broke enough.

Telling a 9/11 passenger

not to board the plane

Boards anyway and flies into a flame.

Tick tock, tick tock

looking down at my thick cock.

Psychopathic with the grisly magic

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