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Hunter Rudnai

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I cause an effect 
When I talk I deserve respect 
Perched on cliff my nerves twitch 
With tequila shot to the neck 
This bitch said she wants to f*ck with some fishnets on
So I told her like a dog on a leash go walk along 
We're strays at night 
With her n her friends who offered to suck on 10s of dicks
Till shit got numb and then squeeze em through lead pipes 
If they really wanna f*ck wit those fishnets on 
I'll go add that to the book of shared stories my friends like 
Burn fucker 
I'm scared that ill turn hunter 
Felt raw till i merge rubber hands land on her firm upper
Some sin of a church lover 
Dove swimming through nerve bunches 
Escaping through her dungeon 
Start talking like earth to hunter 
While gathered round burnin lumber 
Camping out  we're lost children 
Whit gymnasts n fishnets thats been sown in em  
And shots for bitches wit bridget 
I thought that they wouldn't give in 
But now i know that were livin 
She swap her skin fitted denim 
To strip wit friends showin titties 
And my friends like it a lot 
Cuz we get off 
Set the stage a blaze wit rounds of applause 
What secrets hide in lock jaws
Stories of holes filled wit glory 
Children reac ooh n awe  
And when cats n dogs rain its pouring 
I'll tell you how this better end 
well see a world wit chu in it 
With folklore tales bout our hoes 
Like storied children in corn   
At least i got my twin cole 
Fuckin these bitches backs bent
And cycles like laundry bust loads
High five my twin eskimo 
We've been ever lost so relax then 
I gave up searchin my soul 
With nostalgic looks for us back then 
Swinging like marriage annulled 
And she wants to hop on my back then 
Backing em down like were shaq then 
Shaking it up when alone 
And we laugh round ash from tales told by lakes 
While bonfires aid socially prone situations that boosts our yearnin to play 
Ahead she went alone lay on back arch 
The earth of state park assured that i start where she shave 
And that shit did spark a parade
We kill lights a fireflies grave 

Smells of gas for the wave runners 
Plus lighter fluid field a grass canvas paints hunter  
I know that bridget and her friends like to f*ck around 
Theres many stories bein told in insane numbers 
I tell a story while they're watchin round the bonfire 
Peak they're interest prolly f*ck em if they're all inspired
I went backpacking in the foothills out in western europe 
And as soon as i finish i bet they're jaws tired 
Cicada screams add fuel to the night 
Plus paper ream bound leather to jot down heathers rebound  
Whatever her streams plowed through panties to reach out in time
Endeavor deep out skirts
And bridgets cheeks found work of sown in fishnet n twine 
Thats why were gettin off 
And she got butterfly tat where you call it tramp stamp 
Id say its earthy as moss 
And she can do a hand stand hats off to gymnast backgrounds
And these forest campgrounds fill up our stories with plots 
She on the back arms wrapped around the waist wet from lake 
We wave runner docked awww 
We need a vet 
Cuz these stray at night pets
Spark the embers n the leader paints a picture take a seat perch on the Cliff jump off  
Piggy back rides so we gap that bridge 
Bein friendly to fuckin is all imaginative 
I think she dtf so workin at its effortless 
Extra extra read about it round the fire pit

We're round the lake and bonfires aid
This ever lasting mask sown into hunters face 
Like an episode of twilight zone with stories told 
So him n friends continue surface level conversate  
Bridget ain't no different just a female h 
I wonder what happens when they go leave the lake 
Sitting in silence you think they'd be ok 
Well thats another story told for another day

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