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Limb separation isolation.
Nothing to do but to decapitate these
Oh
Abrasive allergic detergent
Eating the last of the that were urgent oh yeah

This little girly to get to the action
Rob another bank and win a
Didn't she owned a gun
Didn't know shoot that gun

Com on baby grab that and get in the car
hit the gas
the cops will catch up fast
Come on drive

I cant believe you that guy
You better hope he die
This time there no alibi faster baby drive
God! NO! have we done?
Bonnie and on the run, on the run

time your
Tricky-tricky-tricky
Are more than scaring me
making me sick
Babies in blenders and intestines
Nothing to eat but glass in heaven, man
Oh
Nodding my head to the dancing
be so surprised what the skeleton said, man
He "...oh yeah"

Who'd ever we would be 21?
Our will change but these places stay fun
Bonnie looked so biting at her cuticles
I'd never we'd get his far.

I never you'd stop this car
Shoot a guy and break my
Oh
You get me

Dancing in the rain night
Puddles from your eyes
The greatest day of our
Maybe we should died

Oh man what we've done
We've suited our
From the words off our

This time your itty bitty-bitty
Will up inside you and not let you go

Bonnie sails over the
My bonnie sails the sea
Wont you please bring back bring back
My to me

Now I know what this all about
She'll you!
you!
Stick a gun in mouth!

me romantic
Or me naive
I spilled my own blood to save her
From the streets that leave

You know what those damn will do if they find you
cuff you
Or you
Don't let find you

You know would happen
When you let this all
You're
Or happy

I hope that you're happy,

She was my bonnie my one and my wifey my homey
Molded me slowly showed me
Its only
You me boldly coldly like a .9
Use me cock me back and my mind
You're the thought my rhyme design

For some time
This life of crime has showed no sign of
Almost spouses running house
Blouses in blood

Shouting "get down n empty the out of your trousers"
Bonnie n Clyde, ride with my by my side
Those blue eyes hypnotize
Visualize when you strip the gun clip slip on your
slipping she's gripping

Smith n Wesson dressed in fishnets stretching toe to heaven
Bonnie blessing bank with bullet flanks that blow ranks to waste
Lower than worthy women wibble wobble when wielding
Disintegrate placed in these crazy ape states

These situations got me the rush
So much I to reach out and touch
Clutch your load your nuts
fuck the rust off your trigger
Hear you
Chamber thrust then you

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