Words I say are ruthless
My tongue is a one-horse shay
But never I say lewdness
Nor I stick to an array
I have cut my tongue's frenulum
With words I, you will lavish
It was like a pendulum
Get ready for the bob damage
I would recommend you flee
And let the beast in its den
I shall count to three
Then hear what's beyond your Ken
The words started to seep
Can't you hear the bleep
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