Kodiack White Neveruary
Hypnosis endures a situation pay me or pay no mind anytime Consiequtial at no time blind to the jmental clean the slait Ever ready date time no emerging translation outer world of meditation by the time you get this message its to late never worry sanctuary in my mind remember time lost in space obituary defines where we got to go now new job never too late like your future is brighter than ever send me a uber so I won't be late I'm always late for a very important date No time to say hell or dubi I'm fate in disguise the truth that knows no lies like Ms. Butterworts pancake mix just add water and I'm ready to eat never gonna believe this shit right here in your ear phyco like Jack the ripper but easier than the one in the past maybe more like Jason Vorhees on Thursday the twelveth I got crystal lake in my pocket and the machette ready to rock non stop now time to hit the lake or you in the face untill you can't see strait or hit on up a puddle with some finess blow the clouds out of my mental so it errupts to shatter like glass broken in the light of tomorrow past so close it is never to last screams so loud earth quake broken dreams of never again land in my lap fake and irrate desperate times call for counter measures
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Hypnosis endures a situation pay me or pay no mind anytime Consiequtial at no time blind to the jmental clean the slait Ever ready date time no emerging translation outer world of meditation by the time you get this message its to late never worry sanctuary in my mind remember time lost in space obituary defines where we got to go now new job never too late like your future is brighter than ever send me a uber so I won't be late I'm always late for a very important date No time to say hell or dubi I'm fate in disguise the truth that knows no lies like Ms. Butterworts pancake mix just add water and I'm ready to eat never gonna believe this shit right here in your ear phyco like Jack the ripper but easier than the one in the past maybe more like Jason Vorhees on Thursday the twelveth I got crystal lake in my pocket and the machette ready to rock non stop now time to hit the lake or you in the face untill you can't see strait or hit on up a puddle with some finess blow the clouds out of my mental so it errupts to shatter like glass broken in the light of tomorrow past so close it is never to last screams so loud earth quake broken dreams of never again land in my lap fake and irrate desperate times call for counter measures
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