Originally Posted by
Bag Mandela
Chree holding it down
like his wee boner around preteens rollin in crowds,
a pedo in a drought,
Je suis so kidding now,
I mean joking about,
I feel mostly in doubt that he's wholly aroused how freak popes are renowned,
Not each gown is a robe, but each robe is a gown,
Big up the gardeners, seed growings profound,
I can barely thread a needle, I'm beat sewing the ground,
Fuck it, gun bar, I killed a tourist, heat loaded n bow,
He looked lost, thought I could at the very least show him around
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