NAIR BATH

You expected that chickenhawk to get off of your fanny,
But the bullets were rubber,
And the hawk is a tranny.
But didn't your nanny,
Teach you how to farm?
So you could grow some cajones, 
And a basket full of Swarm.

Inside everyone's liver is an alcoholic glare,
And inside everyone's Woowee,
Is an aching for Clare... Danes that is.
Don't deny it, Ghetto Rooplestar.

I need you, like a bullet needs a hole,
Like a cowboy needs Skoal.

Mahatma Jefferson save the world...
Spare us fat free temptation,
Your coffin will be there with bells on,
Martyring your jaws shut for eternity.

Prophesize my fate with a lusty gesture,
Declare my elligibility, declare my chest hair.
Dance inside a bubble, but you must beware,
The smell of burning hair, when you bathe in Nair.

Value neutral chachki horder,
Slit your wrists and rot away.
Piss beneath the High School bleechers,
You're under arrest mutherfucker.

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