"Bleekness"
Cough it up , as it is aimed
40 caliber' at your noodles
The phrase comes to mind
"Or he'll shoot you"
Pellet once pellet two
Pellet three wnet thru
Red all over the floor
Food for thought
One day it would come to past
My life's grittly chaste
Orally they say its virtue
Morbid you are the eye hurt you
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