Little pussy where you lie where you sleep got a bag of filthy clothes and your bed has no sheets must have run until you were shot down protect what
You can hate me I'm no porno star I know what you look like and where you are you live in a box I keep hidden on the shelf way down in the basement when
On 8th street avenue b on the east side there stands a man selling death to the passerby wicked white evil in powder form 20 bucks what a rush shoot
Murder, seduction lechery and treason the course is plotted and it's been mapped out it's time to execute the plan at hand to begin it's time to unfurl
They kick and they fight Over a parking space on Saturday night Put on their village face I believe it's alright To kick their ass out of town Born and