jimeny crickets
santas so fat the chimney trippin
i spend time getting me shitless
cant take the bull
grab satan's head and break the skull
for trying to fake the role
and take a goal
bastard get placed with coals
i yawn at these basic woes
eyes on the prize not the braclets gold
I'm moon walking on em till I break my toes
rake the road
shape and fold
date abode
before decaying slow
cuz names I'm stating no
oops I mean none
©aceito
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