It all started on the day of his birth, the very first day he entered the Earth holding his 2 inches of girth
With in the first minute, he saw his mum's vagina and wanted to put his dick in it on some insest sin shit
Busting nuts, thrusting sluts, you may have no heart like the Tin Man, but just like him, you've got rusting guts
Grabbing on midget boobs, I treat them like fidget cubes, never before have you fucked a more ridged dude
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Unreleased 2020 (Jesus in Trouble Era)
Poetry2020 marked my return to writing rhymes after a 2 year hiatus It was a year full of ambition and a lot of preparation for projects that up until now I had no intention of bringing into the light of day. Here's an assortment of projects I worked on...
