“Shit on this, motherfuck that,”
Run across this his deranged land
No belly-crawling tits
No licky-tongue puppy
His heart is a sun-dried unseeded gourd
The desert sun sent his seed straight to hell.
( bang ! )
Run across this his deranged land
No belly-crawling tits
No licky-tongue puppy
His heart is a sun-dried unseeded gourd
The desert sun sent his seed straight to hell.