He’s gonna tap out and reach for his gun . Pee pee in his diaper. And the gun is his bottle šŸ¼ so he finally shares it with me and puts it in my mouth or head šŸ—£ļø…. Good evening this is Los Angeles. Turn it up.

But I can’t walk I have to keep distance and keep gun pointed at you….

Make a choice

gun to my head or mouth

Or fire gun from distance.

Don’t drop the soap gunman…

Because if I grab the gun away from you….

Cast you out like a leopard.

Like a bear… šŸ˜‰

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