ooh-oh
i'm not a chicken
not here to lay you eggs, dammit
why do you always go and get me mad...
ooh-oh
crecendo now
accelerando
majahytsando
if i were to make up words, you'd tell me right?
why am i talking to myself?
why am i writing it down?
well, if i am a chicken
or a turkey
at least i've got
nice plumage and well-muscled legs.
Reason for writing:
satisfation of insanity
Birth sign: Cancer
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