Coin

Tore this mountain apart
Something damn so mad
When done with the tearing
Stubbing hooves instead of hands

Blocking bluntness yell louder and muteness
And Dead Grandfather fell so at the hour
I did rest every step with 6 legs grain tail
Loud as dry bow passing as pendulum bow

Sore insides cuz of head to toe
Cannon it takes up all the room
So there's no room to hate it
You can give coin money they take it all away!
That blow over bowl dry over bridge (the wind so) great