23 You are not to lie with any animal to defile yourself with it, nor is any woman to give herself to an animal, to lie down with it—that is a perversion.
With the Oscar Myer and baloney Grammy.
To take the tour down memory lane, but this ain't the Tammy.
With ur pouch and fanny, but it ain't a packed house...
Or the demenor ain't "Full" House, now we do the Utah.
More like U-Haul, the clause, but this ain't the Santa.
The banana Bad Santa, with fanta, now it's Sunny Delight?
Or the Fight Night, and ur bro bein' Jesus Christ.
So wantin' to Flash but for now you sing the "blues."
Now it's ashes to ashes, the steak tips, and Merlot.
Thas when Trump had the False Prophet got caught.
And in the next life, it's shelf life for you.
To do the Sherlock Holmes, that was a prophetic clue for you.
Now it's times two, so I copyright.
This the Drac, the Tupac, and the double T's.
Hold the baloney and cheese, that was the grammatical error.
And the word fairer, Abraham's Sarah, to do the curse with spell check.
When it was legendary, the fairy, and the Hidden Temple.
That was the pun, now it's ur one gun.
Now it's blast from the past, and ur body the temple.
Was that too simple? So you decide to slit wrists.
You's the chicken shit, but the after taste ain't death.
the Draçul: Revelations
by The Draç
Jan 7
23 You are not to lie with any animal to defile yourself with it, nor is any woman to give herself to an animal, to lie down with it—that is a perversion.
With the Oscar Myer and baloney Grammy.
To take the tour down memory lane, but this ain't the Tammy.
With ur pouch and fanny, but it ain't a packed house...
Or the demenor ain't "Full" House, now we do the Utah.
More like U-Haul, the clause, but this ain't the Santa.
The banana Bad Santa, with fanta, now it's Sunny Delight?
Or the Fight Night, and ur bro bein' Jesus Christ.
So wantin' to Flash but for now you sing the "blues."
Now it's ashes to ashes, the steak tips, and Merlot.
Thas when Trump had the False Prophet got caught.
And in the next life, it's shelf life for you.
To do the Sherlock Holmes, that was a prophetic clue for you.
Now it's times two, so I copyright.
This the Drac, the Tupac, and the double T's.
Hold the baloney and cheese, that was the grammatical error.
And the word fairer, Abraham's Sarah, to do the curse with spell check.
When it was legendary, the fairy, and the Hidden Temple.
That was the pun, now it's ur one gun.
Now it's blast from the past, and ur body the temple.
Was that too simple? So you decide to slit wrists.
You's the chicken shit, but the after taste ain't death.
And thas the end of ur "Hollywood" set.