Just gypsyhook, Choking on that you rode. And it's his, in which I abode. Where I slit the morse of my throat. Rotten to me, to me. Oh no.
Most of us can in the back of the seat, The last and go into my straight gets me clean. Well I the bird atop your head, Slumming had cut my bed.
Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Oh woahh... to me. to me. to...
Just another hook, on that dick you throat. In a world, parked in the back. Smoke on the we rode, Move to the front of me, to the back of me Bitch, shine my mode. to me, rotten to me. Oh no.
Songs we goes to reminisce my face bottles thrown, And she your dick tic tac, hoes. Either we or you won't stop, wait. And you wait for the of all hearts, they wither, we shake. Your face is raising while your legs. Our faces, and we close.
Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Ohhhh... to me to me Yeah... to me.
Rotten to me, to me. to me, rotten to me. Just gypsyhook, Trippin' on dick you rode. But it's his, in which I abode. Where I slit the of my mothers throat. to m-m-m-me, oh no.
Either we will or we stop, wait, And you wait for the sake of all hearts, they and shake. Your face is while between your legs, Our and we. and we close.
Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Oh woahh... to me. to me.