This is a song about "X choir"

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Plastered like a platypus x3

Like a choir, praying to go but there's no response but chakras get cleared

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Haven't seen someone this desperate since a christmas choir/

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

So you come clean in rehersal choir verses.

Convertibles with turbo jets

We'll run this fucking town x5

I grab the extinguisher and that’s when i heard the choir.

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer