Wall for cranpper (page 13)

Well, there's a law for the rich and one for the poor and there's another one for singers, it says die young and live much longer and spend your money and sit and wonder.

string bean

hi jimym

what about it? yes? and? what is your point
please

guess i forgot some lyrics lmao

poggert

Your lips are like a fire
Burning through my soul
And people ask me where you're from
They really wanna know
Oh, my soul, it's a long way
Where you're from, it's a long way
Magic woman, wreckin' up my soul
Things you tell me have never been told
Magic woman, I don't know
Electric before me, I love you so, I love you so, oh, oh oh
You're racing like a shloobie
Dancing like a ghost
You're Gemini and I don't know
Which one I like the most
My head is getting broken
And my mind is getting bust
But now I'm coming with you
Down the road of golden dust
Oh, my love, it's a long way
Where you're from, it's a long way
The golden light above you
Shows me where you're from
The magic in your eye bewitches
All you gaze upon
You stand up on your hill
And be bop all around you
They wonder where you're from, oh yeah
They wonder where I found you
Oh, my love, it's a long way
Where you're from, it's a long way

you STOLE fizzy lifting drinks

i'm going to kill you

A rubbish truck of poop
A junk yard of poop
A nuclear waste site of poop
A village of poop
A town of poop
A city of poop
A county of poop
A state of poop
A country of poop
A continent of poop
A planet of poop
A solar system of poop
A galaxy of poop
A universe of poop

And last but not least, a big, fat, wibbly, wobbly, puffed up poop scoop of poop.