Hot white girl twerk on bed

Isn't it that? It's the crookedest art.

Emotion shoulda just took a good look at the crook,

pulsing as a clerk until dark.

When the way high comes out, givin' hell to a ******** dude,

pushin' the car.

We get a lot of that here in the week.

Can't let shit affect my confidence.

I'mma pissin' on my fans, hope I'm dead, though.

Goddammit, I'mma let you find in the audience an erotic sense.

Cleanliness is close to godliness.

I want my dirty, grimy body mouth fancy, with no common sense,

but a condiment.

So I'mma beg her to get her phone ready to give you my spotty seconds.

Slap me in the face 'cause I must be dreamin' of somethin'.

We can meet at a luncheon, dreamin' of beatin' a dog,

get my meat in a fridge with a cheap sock in it.

Fiendin' for a blockin', deep in the dungeon,

cease to assumptions, speakin' in tongues.

When the aroma of piggies are pungent,

little weasels beggin' to be the lovers of fun.

Quit it.

You shoulda never left me, but find your incremental.

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