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The Horned Water Taurus Valentine Door "Yo, I got no sense of rhythm." How bad of a person must you be? You mustn't be that bad, not as bad as me. I betray, and leave no one a say, Manipulate others and mold them like clay, I don't belong where I once fit. When will my world collapse? I'd strangle myself with a peach pit For a world not filled with enemies but chaps. Depression hits faster than a sound-speeding train Except with depression, you feel the pain. This is the plight of a mind distressed I get no peace of mind, only physical rest. < Chorus > "Now, to entertain, Has entered brain. Valentine Door looks like Demi Moore. (hot!) I like to eat ice cream on the beach, On the shore But it's out of reach, Valentine Door." < Chorus > I saw a one three three seven line dash line Forward slash dash backslash greater than less than Greater than less than zero line two TEH 1337 |-|/-> I'll smack your ass down like my sign is a Taurus Wait, it already is. Run you over with a tour bus. Yeah you're pretty cool but I just don't care You could be in my pants Doing a dance On my pubic hair I bet you feeling pretty shitty Like how The Rock felt when it came out that he plays DnD You want to be crazy, just go insane? "Here, let's blow up three of these cans of propane." I got dick, and a quim, Both genders in one skin. This is what God gave me: A thing to be sucked, a thing to be fucked. I don't know why, Maybe He just-- "Has a SICK mother fucking sense of humor." < Chorus > When shopping for tricycles, the price triples, And it tickles your pickle when you spend just a nickel, So you're having orgasms when you blow 200 bucks Like you bought whores with them that are giving forty fucks. And you accidentally bout your boy a Barbie doll, now he's a fan of Goya Walking down the hall Dressed up in a dress and wearing mommy's bra And on the see-saw he sits on the handle So he gets a little nudge in his grendel. And he'll send for Pamphlets that'll come in the mail "We'll turn you to a fe from just a worthless male We'll rip off what you got And paste something new on top It costs 200 dollars today (And keep in mind, we're transgender, not gay)" And still semen soaks your pants As you give your son (no wait, your daughter) some finance. And now the tricycle must be pained pink Because your little boy no longer has his little dink And you sit at home cry and you drink another drink As you watch him menstruating into the kitchen sink. < Chorus > |
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