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Ji: gush gush
Ji: mush mush
Je: slush about in whatyou gush
Ji: oh hush what rush you take to shush my gush
Ji: you know not with what uncouth lush you may discuss your lust
Je: i would sooner flush a thrush than thrust my lust to dust and rust
Ji: I trust such must be such, if this thing you say be near enough, for only love of bust could enlive your crust
Ji: though methinks there be no thrust and thrust to come anon, if signs we trust
those motherfuckers use rhyming dictionaries?
i'd rather fuck a candlabra and sic an Aries
with diction wary or wavy i'm depicting staring at gravy
the slavery is on my wavelength? how can i stave strength when it's so invading?
that's better than child's plaything that's erasing Maybelline dreams
stay the course or stay to clean things, pick up more than faded jean kings
that's a play on scene strings, stuck on radon, fuckall day long
and the same song plays on rayon vinyl Hey Jude it's a play on Hey Dude
Are You Afraid of the Big Bad Creator? so stay dude
Afraid of the Dark or Noah's ark? It's OK dude, they're here to stick and rearrange you
like a graveyard dirge to get the words in working order
for a work order to bury some pecking order witch and fairy
stitches in the floor to any ferry-slaughter-dictionary
And who cares to plot? her wisdom's leery, come to catch her boat in the harbor
and see who laughs longer and who lasts longer and gasps harder to swallow water
now to sky and i'm on top of the charter speeding Earthways
to start a revolution and i'm the martyr
some blonde too small confidante who's stomping on
all the tops and rocks you're calling for to get a bigger foot in the better door
I'm here like "what's your letter for, let me read it, shit i'll settle scores"
but i know better, have heard better, do recognize that i'm shit next to a shitter on the third level
do play better rocks kicking them with a bird devil
as bored as I am in the room that we're confined in
it's a crime when he rears his wings back and looks so
indimitating that i cry a yowl like a cat from Siam
at the thing i'm Fit To Die With, Sit and Cry With, Fit Inside With
y'all bitches are hog snitches sniffing the riches off of this dick it's relentless
Ji: mush mush
Je: slush about in whatyou gush
Ji: oh hush what rush you take to shush my gush
Ji: you know not with what uncouth lush you may discuss your lust
Je: i would sooner flush a thrush than thrust my lust to dust and rust
Ji: I trust such must be such, if this thing you say be near enough, for only love of bust could enlive your crust
Ji: though methinks there be no thrust and thrust to come anon, if signs we trust
those motherfuckers use rhyming dictionaries?
i'd rather fuck a candlabra and sic an Aries
with diction wary or wavy i'm depicting staring at gravy
the slavery is on my wavelength? how can i stave strength when it's so invading?
that's better than child's plaything that's erasing Maybelline dreams
stay the course or stay to clean things, pick up more than faded jean kings
that's a play on scene strings, stuck on radon, fuckall day long
and the same song plays on rayon vinyl Hey Jude it's a play on Hey Dude
Are You Afraid of the Big Bad Creator? so stay dude
Afraid of the Dark or Noah's ark? It's OK dude, they're here to stick and rearrange you
like a graveyard dirge to get the words in working order
for a work order to bury some pecking order witch and fairy
stitches in the floor to any ferry-slaughter-dictionary
And who cares to plot? her wisdom's leery, come to catch her boat in the harbor
and see who laughs longer and who lasts longer and gasps harder to swallow water
now to sky and i'm on top of the charter speeding Earthways
to start a revolution and i'm the martyr
some blonde too small confidante who's stomping on
all the tops and rocks you're calling for to get a bigger foot in the better door
I'm here like "what's your letter for, let me read it, shit i'll settle scores"
but i know better, have heard better, do recognize that i'm shit next to a shitter on the third level
do play better rocks kicking them with a bird devil
as bored as I am in the room that we're confined in
it's a crime when he rears his wings back and looks so
indimitating that i cry a yowl like a cat from Siam
at the thing i'm Fit To Die With, Sit and Cry With, Fit Inside With
y'all bitches are hog snitches sniffing the riches off of this dick it's relentless