>My personality disorder? There's nothin' borderline about it
>Baryonyx barracks bunnies got me signing a submarine door gunner contract
>I'm on that 20-gauge buckshot
>Me and the gang smokin' that dry marl, using the dead sea scrolls as rolling paper
>Lever-action pussy got me acting belligerent
>Shawty had a yeast infection, she got so much cultures it had me reachin' for my revolver
>I hot glue my model J-20A on an hourly basis
>My teeth double as hedge trimmers, I'll make that pussy balder than my dad's head
>The Popeye's cajun-gravy and biscuits got that homeless trigga girl shaking her ass at the speed of sound
>HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP! I'M DROWNING IN PUSSY!
>I was on Shark Tank, pitching an erection
>I'm gonna ventilate that ass, make that shit breathe
>These dolphin pills got me swimming through the air
>Her pussy twisted, turned my dick into the Fibonacci sequence
>Grandma's freshly baked cookies got me cold sweatin' in bed, gripping the sheets, toes curling, eyes rollin' to the back of my head, moaning in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, shootin' pearls on my tummy
>Shawty's fat ass knocked over my Zaku ii, so I started screaming at that bitch, tore her down like the walls of Jericho
>Me and my sister eatin' that puss out like it's a fucking ant hill
>Eighty year-old MRE Marlboros turn me into a beast
>That baryonyx b-hole so tight, it compressed my jizz into mozzarella sticks
>My command sergeant major worked in videography; now he's addicted to snorting film grain
>Homeless trigga girl gaggin' on my meat cannon at mach speed, got her sounding like Banjo and Kazooie
>I need my meds
>I NEED MY MEDS
>You can't afford to pay respects
>Peli? Ämmä, sinä hävisit juuri
>Smokin' trigga bush got me hearing the voice of God
>War is all I ever think about
>I don't need no IV, my drip's already too high
>I'm at Dinomart with that S&W Special
>That crimson commie coochie makin me question my loyalties to America
>All the endorphin receptors in my brain are dead