9daysandwhy - 9&?

Jebediah, this is how it goes
Hermaphrodites
Martha you prick, get the fuck out
Of the pantry I am trying
To have a wank
Martha you cunt
You're a fucking slut
Get out of here
Christening
Take it, take it, choir
Melanie, sing up
That's better
And now once more
For the funeral out there
Martha you bitch
Get the fuck out of the pantry
I am still, having a wank
Martha you slag
Put your clothes back on
I've already ejaculated
And now for the nightcore
Okay this is my last number
It's called, Martha my dear
I'm really fucked may I just say
Silence in the studio
Silence in the studio
Silence in the studio
Jay, your reading has begun
9daysandwhy
Oh my god, that's it
Are you kidding me
That's the last page
That's three pages
That's not a lot of pages
So this is gonna be on shower thoughts
Shower thoughts
That is nowhere near a shower thought
That is a written poem
Poems, I think that's an album
Let's go
Oswaldo loves to blink
Dim dark and dank
The year of cotton wool junk
Thought thinks itself lucky
To still be living
Living it up in your
Second hand luggage
Hello good sir, how do you don't
Uh, that's disgusting
Rudelesss
Rudeness, rudeness
I am a prune
A prune with a gift
Licking the pasta of off the
Pinty pint glass
Is less have eyes
His legs have eyes
But the girl with the splinters
Is looking at you
Erase my old thought, thought
Oh fuck, I can't
I really can't, try go on
Thought-pipe five-hand drive
Radish, herrefordskin
Eat my fourth amendment, asshole
Ladybirds gathering
Where ladybirds should not
Fuming fire, lonely desire
Crendence is hollow
Creedence hollow
Colourless new earth
Their colourless men's pay
You just did not read that back correctly
I can't fucking read at all right now
Struggling bad
Second please, that's not on there
Start there
Anthony around?
I'm not gonna tell you
Oh, and I'll read it all after
Flame is around
Kay, Kay Ee
Likes, Kay Kay
Greg ham
Graham loves Greg eggs
Eggs eggs
Grey eggs, grey eggs
And free, legs
This is painful
Eyeless scribble on my gravestone
Crayon life, the crayon life
The cray on life
For it is loose
Funny joke, granddad
Oh daddio
Mark my words with your
Ass voice
Gnarly ass voice
Yes daddio please
Eat my grey stuff
Oh my God
Eat grey, grey stuff
Until you can see the colour within
Silly, oh fuck
Silly en endomorphis
Growing in the body
Manky, manky skin
Your skin is glowing namely
Not what it says
Senora, s
Uh, I am breathing, not
You're about halfway I know
Senora, senora
Senora, señora
Señora
Decision and oh car
Oh yeah there's some foreign words
And, oh my God
Con grande, ill yourm ram
Milky singe with a tinge of holt
Warm air, and cold nothing
Gooder than good
That's how I feel
Lead him to danger old zuh zuh
Zotsnier, zotsnier
Zotnire, żołnierz
Her brown cancer is doing me dirty
With its freaky freak
With its freaky free
Financing plan
Doppelgänger love, sink sour lungs
Sink my in your fryer
Drink sour duns
From the teat of Trent
Relish her pile of, sticky resin
Sopping, soppy with relish
Offloaded into a carriage
Baby, in a manger of fluff
Rabies, in the baby's mouth, oh
Seven angels learning to swim
Seven or, oh
Seven out of the plays
Playable ten
Three
Three hundred thirty three
Metric tonnes
Alone with each other
Sat there, counting things
Do you reckon what they
Do you reckon they'll
Come on Jay it's the last line
Do you reckon they'll find
What they're looking for
That's dodgy that last bit
Alright then do you want me to
Read it to you how it's
Actually read? Oh my goodness
And what it actually says
Alright, five minutes
Alright, shall we, yep
Facts, I'll tell you that
Oh shit
Oh my god
Sick hits
Nice and smoky
Alright, light me

Written by:
Dylan Harris

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