There are terrorists in my suburbia
They fuck my wives
Your wives
Those kids are crafty
I said to my self
Confused about freeways and my love
My love to Kim
And all the things before
Who are you, and are you before me?
These are the words I say to my mom
These are the words I say to her tit
And all the tits that I suck and kiss from here on out
You respect me now, don’t you?
There is a Kim, there is a love, and there is my life, a drunken college experiment
Pushing it,
Always testing the limits
A girl
A love
A smile
Something that I can, you can bite into
Bite into this
Eat it like pork
I will,
I can
I love
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