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United Kingdom (Great Britain)
my bowls have never curled
not into the gutter
not into the crowd
my ball rolls straight
and the strikes fall loud
asian or greek
none of the above
im a bowling ball
a rolling bowling
cold blooded ♥♥♥♥♥
you dont see me creeping
not loud like a digger
jcb power
tear you apart
uproot you from the ground
then crash down like the pound
currency here is strikes
a lot or a few
maybe a few for you
a strike whats that
of my bowling skill
made the causation
of every kill
♥♥♥♥ those who challenge
the king of me
ruler of the alley
on a bowling spree
you ask as you drop
down in the void
like an endless crop
copping a feel
scraping for a meal
orange peel
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ keep it real
get out of imagination
this is bowling nation
♥♥♥♥ your thoughts
this ten bowlings cohort
natural painkiller
cold blooded bowler
cracking your molar
strap hidden by my side
last thing a ♥♥♥♥♥ cried
no mercy for a ♥♥♥♥♥
cold blooded bowler
in and out straight roller
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ on my ♥♥♥♥
shooting till it clicks
nine rounds in your chest
laid a ♥♥♥♥♥ to rest