Spamma

Spamma
Daterat: Fredagen den 3:e december 2004 kl 16:45	Läst: 6 gånger
You ain’t a thug money, you all maggots You like to chill and hold hands with faggots You like to conduct yourself like a savage You like the smell of males on your mattress Cause that’s established, I f**kin hate you I hate your mother and father, because they made you I hate the universe, because it create you I hate everyone and anything that embrace you Who f**kin raised you? You a f**kin disgrace! And if you come around my way you get bucked in the face Get a snub to the face, then I wack you With razors, knives, guns and what have you Jedi Mind Tricks - Nada Cambia