99%ders • Dumb As they Come
Shear ewe all as quick as you come; dumb, finished in, done. Nurse sin, your wounds while suckin my thumb. Vatican no place to run. A vat i can fulfill bloody palace of fun. Fun for no man, no other just one. Pope Jon Jon the John. Holy arm me of the vrill one. Father and son, mother and daughter run them dead and dry of their fluids like water. Temp getting hotter cold blood growing bold disCerned through the fold. out from under the rock cralls the flock. Gran Dagon ancient and old. for which both witches and fore fathers foretold but was purposefully fully forgotten but secretly we worked upon thee poisoned till rotten. Leached. Bleached white the most tainted cotton. Be Less Lings you’re culled to the feast come all ye end autumn. Born to burn and bare the burden of heir in the pit without bottom. Blessed vrill lying an waiting as they lie and weigh upon their minds eye the size and array of treats to eat when tween the two temples and mouth dew meat.Bullseye they cry from a high. From the action Liquefaction drips like tears from within her eye. A silver crimson treat. horn of plenty time too sweet. (in the words of Brotha Lynch Hung “Now Eat” Such a cinematic tasty treat of life imitating edidle art an artist. Aut trysts absent mined dead. the whole dull lard fill dance card.
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Shear ewe all as quick as you come; dumb, finished in, done. Nurse sin, your wounds while suckin my thumb. Vatican no place to run. A vat i can fulfill bloody palace of fun. Fun for no man, no other just one. Pope Jon Jon the John. Holy arm me of the vrill one. Father and son, mother and daughter run them dead and dry of their fluids like water. Temp getting hotter cold blood growing bold disCerned through the fold. out from under the rock cralls the flock. Gran Dagon ancient and old. for which both witches and fore fathers foretold but was purposefully fully forgotten but secretly we worked upon thee poisoned till rotten. Leached. Bleached white the most tainted cotton. Be Less Lings you’re culled to the feast come all ye end autumn. Born to burn and bare the burden of heir in the pit without bottom. Blessed vrill lying an waiting as they lie and weigh upon their minds eye the size and array of treats to eat when tween the two temples and mouth dew meat.Bullseye they cry from a high. From the action Liquefaction drips like tears from within her eye. A silver crimson treat. horn of plenty time too sweet. (in the words of Brotha Lynch Hung “Now Eat” Such a cinematic tasty treat of life imitating edidle art an artist. Aut trysts absent mined dead. the whole dull lard fill dance card.
Pope looks so dang creepy. It doesnt take a genius to see that guy is anything but holy
i totally forgot to adjust yhe levels of each track again before finalizing. i had lover them all max. and the beat down. idiot