Just gypsyhook, on that dick you rode. And taken his, in which I abode. Where I the morse of my mothers throat. Rotten to me, to me. Oh no.
of us can merge in the back of the seat, The and go into my back straight gets me clean. Well I heard the bird your head, monk 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 gypsy hook, Choking on 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. Rotten to me, to me. Oh no.
Songs we sway to reminisce my face bottles thrown, And she nails your tic tac, hoes. we will or you won't stop, wait. And you wait for the sake of all hearts, wither, we shake. Your face is raising while your legs. Our faces, and we close.
to me, rotten 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. another gypsyhook, Trippin' on dick you rode. But taken his, in which I abode. Where I slit the morse of my 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 raising while 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.