There was a boy named(Z) He traditionally didn’t have a name, mother was too busy painting his picture in red. She hated everything about him.. why wasn’t he a little girl. I love little girls.
Now my child has had a porn addiction if it wasn’t for me she spreads. He was real mean to this kid, even when Z bumped his own head
She made sure ‘daddy’ entered his head… bam bam bam *crying* Then bought me a Crayola desk. Mother was in the kitchen as he was whipping my ass. Next memory you know I’m in the shower with Dad. Mom tried leaving his ass but he kept running or was that the other way around? the spider would know too bad I killed it and it started to Rain.. stories I hear. Nope it fucking rained. and I’ll make sure this container keeps filling until it weighs a few more tons before I let it spill on yours truly the United States.
Daddy is Tron. Daddy did implant me from birth yuh masqueraded my thoughts nah, tech was upgradable now that I am of age, I fucking own the throne Trump sits on. ‘Your farts only tarnish the value sir’ So many chairs now huh? I paid for that. How many years, oh yeah like 15 years, even graduated, then left myself back. Daddy wasn’t back from serving over seas no one to prove I have skills that set even the weird shooters to doing good for mother while she gets the loot stuffed in her(shhh when the time comes, pull his cord)
–.. VERSE FOR THE VOICELESS 
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