Just gypsyhook, on that dick you rode. And it's taken his, in I abode. Where I slit the of my mothers throat. Rotten to me, to me. Oh no.
Most of us can merge in the of the seat, The last and go my back straight gets me clean. Well I heard the atop 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 another hook, Choking on that you throat. In a kiddies world, in the back. Smoke on the we rode, Move to the of me, move to the back of me Bitch, my mirror mode. to me, rotten to me. Oh no.
Songs we sway goes to reminisce my face thrown, And she nails your tic tac, hoes. we will or you won't stop, wait. And you for the sake of all hearts, they wither, we shake. Your face is raising while between 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. Just gypsyhook, on that dick you rode. But taken 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 of all hearts, they wither and shake. Your is raising 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.