if it moves I'm gone pen it down if it's too still I'm gone rattle its cage if it bites me I'm gone kill it chop it up and put it in a skillet with some onions and garlic let it come to a boil then simmer scoop it up and serve it to the one I loath the most with a side of dry toast no beverage I hope you choke on the feast and the lease you stole from me I swear on the house I lost and property you can shove every square foot up yo hind parts hope C 19 got you crying drops of Visine it's gone be hard to get the red out if I ever lay eyes on you again I'm gone feed you to my evil twin who unfortunately for you ain't ate in awhile I swear I love to hate you
The Immortal Wize
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