Hundred and twenty three point five, yea!
This is the frustration invasion, the reason for treason.
A tension concession, a pulley system.
Hints but they hit ‘em.
Help but they ditch ‘em.
rope and they lynch ‘em.
A thing gravitation, I’m losin’ my patience.
Mr. Newton and his relations:
i) the harlots and the carpet- that’s where he did em.
ii) the 2 wives didn’t satisfy, so he came up a thrice.
the messed up thing is, he was always right.
ahhhhhhhh.... he was always right......
Hundred and tweny three point five yea.
123.5, that’s what my calculator defines.
the laws of physics don’t apply,
not even to Mr. Einstein. 1 2 3 point 5.....
that’s what my calculadora defines...
force and normal don’t apply...
not even to Mr. Great Einstein..
Hundred and tweny three point five yea.
Hundred and tweny three point five yea.
This is an inclined plane, me and my crane.
Sine and cosine, yours and your mine
Friction addiction, decelerating the mind.
When the words don’t combine, all solutions a crime,
right and wrong, my rites of ping pong.
Ding dong and then ditch, flushty flush away this shit....
Flussssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
123.5, that’s what my calculator defines.
the laws of physics don’t apply, not even to Mr. Einstein.
1, 2, 3 point 5.....that’s what my calculadora defines...
force and normal don’t apply...not even to Mr. Great Einstein..
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