Doug Dimmadome, owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome, chrome on the coat, chrome on the phone, chrome to the dome when he step in the zone, voice monotone but the bass stay blown, smoke in his lungs and the frost in his bones, walked through the door like the place was his own, king with no crown but a graveyard throne, left your pride in the dirt and your name unknown, overgrown, overthrown, every word cut deep like a mark in the stone, now you ride back home with no bars on your phone, eating cold provolone while you cry all alone, Doug still laughing in the back of the chrome, cologne mixed with ash and the scent of the ozone, pulled up from the mist like a ghost from the catacomb, hit one switch, made the whole room groan, then vanished off quick on airplane mode.

u suck dood

byebye

Love when pookie keeps it nice and wet for daddy

this dude shows hole in discord if you add him

my lil bro <3

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