I had a dream i did compete in a heavenly contest

my hands were brick and super-thick and I was quick and weightless

my skill was sharpened pins and razor blades and it was pointless

my foes had toes arrange w/ straw and they were barely balanced

i was a freedom fighter freely fighting reeling lions

they were a really lightning quick exciting boiling frying

experience in lighting matches in a kitchen fire

against my chest I felt this melting wax and I was happy



my cock, painfully huge

my foot, is better than yours

you can't undress as fast as I can do it

you do it w/ one foot I do it w/

(two)



The mat was wet with holy sweat as i displayed my talent

My hands and feet made godly meat available for sandwich

The bread of hair and face displaced the chest and stomach salad

I spread the mustard of his muscle puss across my palate

I was unleashing on unleashings cost and being costly

It was a really broad excuse for my impending failure

The locker room was steaming food and tea for my abuses

I'll make a GYRO shop of human stock and make a fortune