Sermon

Yes, sometimes this everything Makes me feel like amma nothing. And my face, my legs, my posture, In my eyes, in people's eyes, amma freak, for sure. It makes me feel torpidly, Why does everyone look so Normally, BUT I LOOK LIKE A SLURRY?! Amma trying just not to go so daft, but I dive into it, sorry... My pillow remembers my tears at midnight. Remember the story when we were on cloud nine? (No.) Disaster, amazing, looking in my eyes, See the deepness with no cry. No cry. At all. No cry anymore. Bad-bad-bad bitches around, Jealous-Jealous-Jealous, Jealousy as fuck. Bitches couldn't find this truth about you, but I! did it. Yall so gorgeous, icy spice, killed a person with your eyes! Click me! Poet with cold poem like ice, My poem is like a peach slice. (Mmm) I want to feel this feeling Bitch twice. Bitch twice. Ah-Hey-Spice. I am trash, It's not just a chaos, I'm bad. I'm baa-a-a-a-aaaadd. The way I didn't want — The reason i hate it. Showing up to other guys, When my appearance is bad, that's badly. When I get mad, Everything doesn't make sense. I pick up dust and trash. I AM THIS DUST AND TRASH! FUCK ME UNTIL I GET GLAD! No cry, fat-fat. I pick it up fat-fat. No cry. At all. No cry anymore. Bad-bad-bad bitches around, Jealous-Jealous-Jealous, Jealousy as fuck. Bitches couldn't find this truth about you, but I! did it. Yall so gorgeous, icy spice, killed a person with your eyes! Click me! I can be candy, even when I'm chewed. I can say my name, man rude... Have you ever loved this whore Sandy? Has she ever been your sucked candy?! I feel your fingers on her back, I want your stick and I want you back. Slack-snack, even if I'm fat. Crack this baby (me), wrack-wrack-wrack. No cry. At all. No cry anymore. Bad-bad-bad bitches around, Jealous-Jealous-Jealous, Jealousy as fuck. Bitches couldn't find this truth about you, but I! did it. Yall so gorgeous, icy spice, killed a person with your eyes! Click me! Hello, I'm wearing Gucci. As juicy as her shirt. Can she sing? I can better! I made for you our love song. She was a poet, I remember, sure, was. I jump on penis to the rhythm. No ribbons in her hair, and that's 'cause You broke up with her sweetness. Our poem with shit, I'm dumb, but fuck. We're fucking a-a-a-alive! Cry. Cry for. CRY! CRY! CRYYYY! Bad-bad-bad around, Jealous-Jealous-Jealous, Jealousy. Bitches couldn't find this truth about you, but I! did it. Yall so gorgeous, icy spice, killed a person with your eyes! SHIT! SHIT! SHITTYTY. SLUT! SLUT!SLUUTTTT!!!@(@(@(@(@(@(@*@&@&#<#<#<#<#<#&÷&÷ _____________________________ It's not funny, bitch. It's true. It's dumb, bitch. You're dumb bitch. Already knew? It's not cool, Are you fool? All these jokes. Hope you'll choke. Every, every goddamn time you're joke, I wanna get drunk. And jump of the roof, 'Cause you're not cool. Aha, aha, damn. You're gonna be my next problem. Serving up boy with a short... damn. Suck and fuck and go away, man. Go fuck yourself, another fan.