Bidding On His Soul
Kinny
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Roll up, Roll up For a man who's souls fucked Start bidding at a hundred What's this? Hold up He's twenty two, and a life ahead And still no hands Subdued and well read He could be worth grands You must see it That darkness That glides along the surface Must feel it His sharpness Does it make you nervous? When people get hit With my A-Class shit So honourable Fill a hole on the honour roll So gracious I'll take this A place that's tasteless Chafed waist down Body paint is laced with (semen) I'm killing any villian hidden vials of penicillin feeling real and chilling billing willing foes And I expose those bros with they Dead flows, flows dead Fucked mate brown bread. Me there instead. This bastard he's dastardly Mastered the casualties Casually razing the Last of the faculty. Having me passing the Passion he's lacking see Flashing the trash as he Cashes on flattery. Battery's axiomatic and static Makes bodies all up in the attic (I'll twat him) Back is a target Hard hitting tar pit Roll up the body It fits in a carpet. Tell me again, Why does nobody want this boy He's ready for purchase. Surely someone must see his value Yeah his arms are kinda skinny And his hair is kinda red So if your bidding on his soul Then I guess he might as well be dead. You want a psychopath A killer well I just did. Ain't no motherfucker Call me well adjusted. I killed my bitches mother Cuz I look good all in black And then I away her wheelchair And she still came crawling back. I've dealt with camper fans. So tamp us into camper vans. Then stamp on down to Camber Sands Where pussy's packed for dapper mans She's meaning and like ampersand Like me and her plus half a grand Of odds and end of medicines Till I love lamp like Anchorman. Get a custom thrust on Lust on blondies Trust gone, bust on Trusting zombies I gotta get ahead of this I gotta get a therapist My minds fucked up Am I a cuck-boy feminist Or f*ck-boy Marxist I ain't no Leninist Part of my base Don't know who Lenin is So part of my face Don't know bout smiling I got a taste for some Real hot style Roll up, Roll up For a man who's souls fucked Start bidding at a hundred What's this? Hold up He's twenty two, and a life ahead And still no hands Subdued and well read Could be worth grands
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