hey im here queer or not i relish the bod pop a bottle of champaine the cork? aim it break the glass frame it who did? did you enjoy? neither a big man i step to the steps steep it is thats why they they call me teabag make a drink have a dream think being me aint easy the tank blasts feeling get rid of enemies sometimes its me the pole got ahold of my tongue frozen boasting my head stuck strip get yo butt here right in the nick of time im blind behind me you are sarcastic im so smart getting off? its yours but its my job heal the burn in an urn i stand make my stand the demon had but now theres no chance beating back the opposition pissed off? damn right im blazing with my laser sight i search day and night looking for berries and herbs gifts lift me up when im finished take a sip drink it up the lords blood last pull he had he said it’ll be his last dead? thanks Christmas brings joys till we’re in heaven with him