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Rich kid punks.
Can I puke on you?
Creep on out.
That'll do.
Rich kid punks.
Have you hurled up blue?
From all that dye.
It poisons you.
Get on out.
You stink like my shoe.
You bring out the gout.
That shitty pout.
Rich kid skunks.
You have no shout.
Rich kid runts.
You look like shit.
Rich kid funk.
Your all just junk.
Rich kid brunt.
You have no spunk.
Be my toilet.
I'll cough up you.
Be my bed.
I'll lay you in.
Be my ditch.
I'll shit in you.
Be my cum.
I'll spit on you.
Be my germs.
I'll disect you.
Infect you.
Like raw meat.
I'll chomp on you.
Be my honey.
Just so I can fart on you.
Your my gutter.
Ill wear you in.
Your my nothing.
Your always never
Your my everything.
Be yourself.
You've lost your mind.
Your so different.
Your so unique.
You are so strange.
That just ain't my range.
Please write me a book.
About your struggle
and your battles.
About your tricks
and your tattles.
About all your scandal.
Here little kid.
Here's your rattle.
Your blanky too.
A goodnight book.
Just for you.