Baby, gotta quit your cryin'
About your lyin' to your old
Tentacles are groping Jelly stained reptile brained We crawled out
I thought I was bad thought l'ze a kickn' stud
I
Eight ball in the pocket with a voodoo moan
You can't
Listen to me baby, i'm tired of talkin' to myself
No pennies from heaven, no pennies in my hand
Think your
It's a lie no blushin' for baby
She told me that
Shake your lovemaker
Hold dee door for ol' hi dee ho
Step
I don't like your tone
You sound confused
Because your
I am the teenage brainsurgeon The butcher of hellhouse Descend
The death mask of Judas
Is hanging on her wall
She's going
I'm a gutter war piranha And i'm gonna get tight
I learned the lessons of survival of a rival When
Lead pipe slammed in the storekeepers headLooks like spaghetti decomposin'
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