all the rest stops, lames and moptops, look beach but speak los   angeles, no rest could mess with bad blowjobs that play   precious, i know you know they know- we should drown them in the   pools they lay by, in the skyrise, that was struck by, tidal wave!   now 18 is dying to hear your mother scream is like a wet dream,   fainting bodies drop, and as I watch. can i speak to the weak- let the   lips preach- ears ringing out 18 is dying fainting bodies drop as   the rumors talk, city sinks, new beach and teeth chatter, shove   their heads and hold em underwater- 18 is dying 18 is dying