This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
Oaken rod system show me sloping earlobes
The patient unlisted bit my lip sir
Basing the feeling off weed, Go!
But my Achilles is a shortly written poem
Go loco, slow from dro, broke your nose
Scraping my bristle missile, Go!
My cost is cheap, my words are deep,
Cutting right through your soul,
Sad to see the lights burn out,
Sad to see the lights burn out,
Sad to see the lights,
My words are cheap.
Another sucker punch
You were late for dinner, I was late for lunch
You wanna know the truth?
I eat alotta soup
What's it like to punch a drum
So belong and hold it tightly son
You wanna know the truth?
I eat alotta soup
Such slow stoic teeth of mine
Box him in
Uncle Leo is between your thighs
Your soak in rusting these slope driven pots n pans
No time to rush him, delete my deleted land
Yo who proves to me to believe what you need without me
Who proves to believe in me
Yo who proves to believe without me
Don't believe that you're with me, just to believe
Just to and just to and just to and just to believe
Blow out your lungs,
Let your mouth fill with blood,
Stop, hang on my every word,
Because I promise I'm coming back.
I blocked your three point shot, you get caught napping a lot
Your handles worse than Chris A. when he's high on pot
You're like an epileptic version of a ballet dancer
KG might say that you have cancer
Blow out your lungs,
Let your mouth fill with blood,
Stop, hang on my every word,
Because I promise I'm coming back,
Blow out your lungs,
Let your mouth fill with blood,
Stop, hang on my every word,
Because I promise it's gonna be your last.
The patient unlisted bit my lip sir
Basing the feeling off weed, Go!
But my Achilles is a shortly written poem
Go loco, slow from dro, broke your nose
Scraping my bristle missile, Go!
My cost is cheap, my words are deep,
Cutting right through your soul,
Sad to see the lights burn out,
Sad to see the lights burn out,
Sad to see the lights,
My words are cheap.
Another sucker punch
You were late for dinner, I was late for lunch
You wanna know the truth?
I eat alotta soup
What's it like to punch a drum
So belong and hold it tightly son
You wanna know the truth?
I eat alotta soup
Such slow stoic teeth of mine
Box him in
Uncle Leo is between your thighs
Your soak in rusting these slope driven pots n pans
No time to rush him, delete my deleted land
Yo who proves to me to believe what you need without me
Who proves to believe in me
Yo who proves to believe without me
Don't believe that you're with me, just to believe
Just to and just to and just to and just to believe
Blow out your lungs,
Let your mouth fill with blood,
Stop, hang on my every word,
Because I promise I'm coming back.
I blocked your three point shot, you get caught napping a lot
Your handles worse than Chris A. when he's high on pot
You're like an epileptic version of a ballet dancer
KG might say that you have cancer
Blow out your lungs,
Let your mouth fill with blood,
Stop, hang on my every word,
Because I promise I'm coming back,
Blow out your lungs,
Let your mouth fill with blood,
Stop, hang on my every word,
Because I promise it's gonna be your last.
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(Oaken rod system show me sloping earlobes) (The patient unlisted bit my lip sir) (Basing the feeling off weed, Go!) (But my Achilles is a shortly written poem.)
(Go loco, slow from dro, broke your nose,) (Scraping my bristle missile, Go!)
My cost is cheap My words are deep Cutting right through your soul It's sad to see the lights burn out It's sad to see the lights burn out. Burn my words unchanged.
(Another sucker punch,) (You were late for dinner, I was late for lunch.) (You wanna know the truth?) (I eat a lotta soup) (What’s it like to punch a drum,) (So belong and hold it tightly son.) (You wanna know the truth?) (I eat a lotta soup.)
Oh, no.
(Such slow stoic teeth of mine) (Box him in, uncle Leo is between your thighs) (Your soak in rusting these slope driven pots 'n pans) (No time to rush him, delete my deleted land) (Yo who proves to me to believe what you need without me) (Who proves to believe in me) (Yo who proves to believe without me,) (Don’t believe that you’re with me, just to believe,) (Just to and just to and just to and just to believe.)
Blow up your lungs Let your mouth fill with blood Stop hang on my every word Because I promise I'm coming back.
(I blocked your three point shot, you get caught napping a lot) (Your handles worse than Chris A. when he’s high on pot) (You’re like an epileptic version of a ballet dancer) (KG might say that you have cancer.)
Blow up your lungs Let your mouth fill with blood Stop hang on my every word Because I promise I'm coming back. Blow up your lungs Let your mouth fill with blood Stop hang on my every word Because I promise it's gonna be your last.