All these hella thin tweakers walking round like Halloween treaters/
Door to door with an order for a cigar or a swisher/
Picking up snipes like energizer bunnies on Easter/
Put it in their pipes getting high off some ethur/
Then at night they try to fight over who is going to sleep there/
Im tired of these creepers sneakier than a sloth sleepier off the pot slicker than some snot til caught they get shot souls lift off now they some astronaughts.
((On everything i dont fuck with skeletons so tell yuh friends email them and mention i dont fuck with Skeletonsx2))
You aliens saying shit not making sense so stay way in the distance piss ants pestering unpleasantly dont want your presense on my premises peasants please pretend i dont exist like the voters for Trump our present president politics equals pressing buttons launching rocket ships space force dont acknowledge it protecting pedestrians from beings that do not exist im honest bitch ill add new people for an audience but get to close ill expose holes in your souls from hollow tips just so you know you should call it quits im too smart uncommonsense fuck who you are you skeletons selling shit to college kids its obvious yah fucking weird Chris Pontius and yah queer Chris Pontius dont come near where i piss thats my territory itll be a scary story storing your carcass where several bodies is lodged in shit sending these sentences as condolenses I beated them senseless fuck those menaces let me mention there face has an indintion where my fist been now its up to a dentist for recognition and the weapons missing smith n wesson went swimming like a beach vacation feet impression in their skull because ((hook))