The Overheard Tittering Song
It's messy being dropped from the blessy nest tail cresty fresh.
Smells like, uh I don't know whatever Colonel says
Neatly plucked dressed dead and pressed.
What's the best part, the breast?
No, this one, I'll check the neck his shit was too hi-test.
Not to be dismissive, I mean, this shit is unscripted
Glad to find all uplifted.
Whether snifted when he ripped it
Of piffed when he legit, Aw shit, bit the witch's tit,
Right? No, he can't talk his jeans too tight,
And anyway I think he wanna fight.
Too late he dead it's dusk here's night.
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