She loved to hear her mother laugh.
Memories causing present laughs.
You’re in the moment, not the past.
You’re shining bright but it won’t last.
Step on your brake or hit the gas.
It all adds up and pretty fast.
Your numbers put you to the test.
There is a number of the best.
Six six six sick!
You leave the rest… you got the thickest.
Pain flops from eye to head.
You want so bad to avoid dead.
Pain flaps from even said!
It licks it’s chops with sharp tongued dread.
Screaming vibes attack haired neck.
Your eyes turn wide and mighty fast.
You better have some plenty Karma.
Or Evil’s gonna kick your ass.
And ass kickings, they leave a mark.
A big ‘ol mark of being beat.
You get what’s left while running backwards.
It’s Evil three three three.
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