Patchwork Princess
Baroque, trap, opera, reggaetonLyrics
The busted batshit nutzoid did a glance into the room. His crotch was a gazebo elephant. I’m not sure if it was the armpit of your sisters Devil? Or did the contagious effluvium occur while Sadie sniffed a tombsman? Or was it his foot? The janky torque flowed in and out, while the alien mop revolted. Flippity flop did the tasty, while 2020 sang. In that ecliptic year, Suzieloo Gooey found the gayngah feeble makeup in all of her Byzantine butchiness. Lipstick eyeliner was SOOO sketchy at that university. Nadine skipped up the sidewalk with her grey brisket pajamas, while her arm followed silently behind her. “Put me back together at once!” Hurt feelings became crowd control, and the final skipping became a toasty. The bed gymnastics went a layout backout. Totes a bastion of the last supper was supes slurping, enamored and enthralled. The spastic clonus busted forth from the naked spam boys. They fled from their own feet, while Alex skittered and chanted. To the sky he belly belched until the whole van stank "Sadie bless us, you janky gazebo walrus...all I wish is to die on top of u.
Lemme die on top of you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Belly breath in the van. Not cool man. Windows down, asses up please give me my arm back. Alphabet soup to the rhythm of the beat. Not meat. Gayngah feeble makeup. Nadine was not green. Gray hair lipstick eyeliner wore the ugly little hoe. Let’s go! Pink taco Tuesday, let’s go. You hoe.
Lemme die on top of you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Belly breath in the van. Not cool man. Windows down, asses up please give me my arm back. Alphabet soup to the rhythm of the beat. Not meat. Gayngah feeble makeup. Nadine was not green. Gray hair lipstick eyeliner wore the ugly little hoe. Let’s go! Pink taco Tuesday, let’s go. You hoe.