Snowballing Blood

I come to see them cum

While crawling the mud and snowballing blood

Imaginations

I design A consitution divine close to prostitution

They come in two

I know they'll do, 'cause

I've asked them to

Join me for a coin

Imaginations

I design It's like a constitution of memories divine

And then at last it's going fast

Take it in the mouth give it to the next the blood is running south being over-***ed

When I intrude, am

I being rude ?

But to be nice is what

I despise