Sunday, January 29, 2012

2nd verse of recover your mouth

you're a young lion, lion, lion lobotomy

follow me back to my crib if u wanna get top of me

(top or bottom b?) i slyly suggest sodomy

fuck you harder than like playing the lottery

there's a lotta me, i think your mama

and your father'd be sick at the thought of me,

don't talk girl you bother me—

i solemnly swear not to solder the bottom

while the circuit is on, ay, yo

shut the fuck up you big dummy!

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