Just gypsyhook, on that dick you rode. And it's his, in which I abode. I slit the morse 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. I heard the bird atop your head, Slumming had cut my bed.
to me, rotten 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, my mirror mode. to me, rotten to me. Oh no.
Songs we sway goes to reminisce my face thrown, And she your dick tic tac, hoes. we will or you won't stop, wait. And you wait for the sake of all hearts, wither, we shake. face is raising while between 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, on that dick you rode. But it's his, in which I abode. Where I the morse of my mothers throat. to m-m-m-me, oh no.
Either we or we won't 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.