All Leather
Mystery Meat
Just got out of normal jail...Now I don't do coke because I cant stand tolook at my-self in the mirror. My dad lent my fine ass out now I gottashit right through my ribs on the kitchen floor.Is your man my oldman?My old man, he kept a loose asshole, and hated my guts.Hekept his pecker up, lied with pigs andburned the barn down.I sawloose leather Letras de cancioneslose its big britches, and the brown smell still liked tolinger.So go ahead and make out with yourselfand hope the stenchherewill disappear. I knocked my dick in the dirt, where the bodiesget buried.Next to theplace I live.Right where thepost that getslicked.But They say I'm different, the anti depressant.
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