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Yeah you sure
Heard right-ears deep in the firm curb like
Urge spiked to peep verses this irked nerd writes;
Words might just hurt worse than his cursed dirge life
Which in turn's what first forced him to swerve curved knives...
'Cause my thoughts have murk perched right
All around 'em just like the pellets when Nirv's Kurt died...
As if I thought 'em through quicker than hurled spurs. I
Twist and turn my wrist's 'dermis is hurt; nerves fry
Ajar, planets of pain expressed by my blurred third eye
It's best Leela don't look any further. Aight?
If you won't listen then, I will serve her, pipe-
Down; to not give fucks... like, lazy pervert types...
Or sike! Herp derp. Feel my fervor's might
You're nervous as shit; Order murmurs as Hors d'oeurves, Sprite
Split drinks, see Me chop Styx; Slurp-slurp. Try
'Jeez.', Mary, Joseph, 'Pa, his Son and the bird guy