>>2976752Yo
Her wings are sweaty, beaks weak, thighs are heavy
There's shit in her pants already, calli's spaghetti
She's nervous, but on her rigging she looks calm and ready
To drop songs, but she keeps on forgettin'
What she wrote down, her visa is tickin' down,
She opens her mouth, but the runes won't come out
She's cluckin', how, everybody's unsubbed now
The numbers run out, times up, over, blaow
Snap back to reality, ope there goes sanity
Ope, there goes menhera, she choked