You grow up in the age of ignorance
with dirty youth birthrights
and cigarette ting fights.
I stay the shit
like babies with bad parents.
I drink enough poison
i irradiate every mini skirts
in twenty meter radius.
Death rays
cover my dirty skin.
Toothpick
riding in the shitty tooth
shotgun with a backseat full
of demon smoke.
Little kitty,
my princess
No queen
i fell out of grace
from a monarchy
into burning bridges
and being so fucking blunt
in the bay.
Goodness
Gracious
It must feel so good
to look so lost.
Crank Cranking
jeans ripped
Mad love for the bloody knee
Timer sand
runs thin
and im up
and
over it .
A king is born
test me.
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