gurl sit yo ass down i’m fifty years old i know my shit. these things are covered in ugly you feel me and then they just start riding their sick ass towards you screeching for miles and your ear-drums explode and then they start sucking out your soul with their stupid little kitchen knives and it hurts like hell and then they start calling for you to join them in their screech party but you’re like ‘hell naw fuq you’ and you pass out in the land of the hippies aka elves
do u rlly think u can top that
stinky hat im still better

in ur dreams
in ur dreams
stinky hat im still better