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Yan Yan Yan dere

*gore warning*



 Can I cut your throat?
slit your wrists?
throw you in a boat?
Pretty please?
Okie fine
But can I break your spine?
slice your meat
make it minced?
then throw some piece
eat that shit
drink some wine
make you mine?
No, I can't?
but I want to add you to my human farm
No, I can't?
Then I will break your hand
tie it up in a burning lamp
dowse you till you are wet and damp
not with water but with brine
light a match and throw it up
till your scream, till it stops
but on no! I won't stop there
Put out the fire, See I do care
about your body, but not your nails
pull them out, use some flails
add some sugar add some salt
and rub your body with some lard
you feel better, yes I see
but fuck you are now hung in a tree
well there is still your spine at least
still, your body is swaying in the breeze
clean your spine with some lime
roll it up and paint this time
Now I'm done, the last step left
You hear me talking, no you're deaf
And at the end, I will drown
you in water and wear that crown
made out of your painted spine
and now you are forever mine

- Yakaa: Jujaan



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