Man At Breakfast - Don't Tread On Me I'm Carrying a Fat Pussy

Wes Craven, washed up Matt Damon
My fursona Daniel Larson
I'm going on a trip, these bitches got sweaty armpits
Feel like I'm falling into a pit, a bottomless pit, real shit i'm falling into a pit
Hold up hold up hold up imma order a sandwich real quick
Yo girl saw my ding dong, thought it was king kong
So i went to the store, cause i was bored or something
Got a whore or something but [it's my fault]

You could be my Cinderella, I'll bring you a shoe
Damn you fat like winnie the pooh (indubitably)
You a toilet like poo poo
Damn you smell like doo doo (pee-ew!)
And I'm with my man Lou Reed, we chilling staying at a blue green (you think you know me)
And by the way I was lying about the feet cause I like feet
No rhyming I just like feet on my meat (what?) call me the deep
But hold on I got paint on my glasses (what the fuck are you talking about)
Sipping on molasses, while I wipe your album all over my asses
Perchance

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