lordscotch

Who I'd like to meet:

100 ft ladder to my stabbed up torso, i see 10 dead girls singin about tanks while sticky hot forks decorate my hissy fit, tired whistle flame dreaming of pirky fire wings, take your wire fang out and snap my tail off, for you, i will make the call, u fought to catch my tintted lint flag smear, but still fold up and hold a severe duck spit rash, just please look for some jumbo lung umbrellas and bank lips until i find out who put this gash in my lab ship,... call me sky , just as long as you go by ocean dog..but stop starin at my insides..go pile hogs up, and break bottles. grog for me ,snake goggles for you,.....like a new super type of mic friendly viking flu spore off your sworn in torn conrneas, baby, u know i love the way you lay across the taco bar.,. she fell for me since.i mainly throw old bike chains around, try to fight pain for rounds, convincing you to let me paint your feet green, oh,. yah,... , i dont go by spaceking, lets just go sew some face drapes, k?. the lips been flippinn a boat in ghost skies, ya, that megaloid crunch with a twist of sticky baha riot since morbid angels have been painting mortals portraits on cold metal shields for yield signs...who wants to help me find my neon headstone ?