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Weslie

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They call him rambunctious
Tickling my conscience
Weathering tundras
Meddling with substance
In abundance

They call him rambunctious
Tickling my conscience
Weathering tundras
Meddling with substance
In abundance

Find him n circus in a circle with the murderous
Playing fetch with Cerberus
Getting swirly wirlys
From curvy bitches at the services
This individual's got some screws to twist
Catch him in a bozzey fit
Pissing off of roofs and shit
Flicking through some gruesome pics
Don't need that fella on a crucifix
More like a Stella and a toot to sniff
Master illtionist
Moving ludicrous

Pulling out my hair
In despair

How many sins can I get for a grin

Rocking on my chair
Lacking care
Revel in the snare that I'm in

I've seen the devil and he's fair
Let the dust settle
Your not special I got spares

Pack it in petal
Seen the venom in your stare
But now your rattled
When I'm near

Swapping stories like that bitch in Ballamory
2 for 40's While I stick it on a tory
Few words for this world that remain forever gory
Many curse the absurd I claim fiction in your story

Got some things to say about it
Drain my pen of ink
To see who said it loudest
Paths forever shrouded
When your barking mad
You're forever hounded.

They call him rambunctious
Tickling my conscience
Weathering tundras
Meddling with substance
In abundance.

They call him rambunctious
Tickling my conscience
Weathering tundras
Meddling with substance
In abundance.

Never ever sleep right
Roll round lonesome
Next stop postpone
Next flows wholesome
Recollect on a tombstone
Nothing left but some loose bones

That all depends if the noose holds
Fools gold got you tempted
Premeditated
Ventilating through the loopholes

Brutal loose hold
Soon fold
Only when it's crucial
No god mode can save the dream sold

Weak free throw
Go in peace
Find that you bleed slow

I didn't want It

I didn't choose it

Nothing but loos change
A stain on my new fit

Who's this
Nothing more than fool
Got the taste for rage with a cruel twist
Scoring 8 balls with a cue stick
Never been in favour of some loose lips
Better talk in laymans
For these pagans
That be tuned in

At the end of my tether
And I've just about reached my centre
But my core hurts

Picking at the strands of my sweater
At the mercy of my temper
While I'm munching down your horderves

I think life could get better
But I start to taste terror
Then I'm all nerves

Treat the bastard like a leper
Chuck the circus in the shredder
It's a slaughter

They call him rambunctious
Tickling my conscience
Weathering tundras
Meddling with substance
In abundance

They call him rambunctious
Tickling my conscience
Weathering tundras
Meddling with substance
In abundance

They call him rambunctious
Tickling my conscience
Weathering tundras
Meddling with substance
In abundance

They call him rambunctious
Tickling my conscience
Weathering tundras
Meddling with substance
In abundance

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