Cry like a child would, you raped my childhood
Just stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon.
To relax my mind I take a walk by the clock and I pass the time and
Rhymin, mathematic timin, syntax impacts the intact hymen.
I'm an internet provider, came from the web like a horny spider,
♥♥♥♥♥♥ a girl in an apple orchard, then came in cider (inside her)
I thought AIDS was a butt virus like conjunction junction conjunctivitis
I spit gold bars cause I was molested by my uncle midas
Gay dads blow pops, another sucker,
Oedipus was the first ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥.