, Huey Lewis, Filofax, CD5 A backdrop to discuss over expensive wine Didn't even know when or why I should stop I feel so stupid like a joke that belongs
Get on the dick of this Sl-ick niggaRA But you can always call the Nina A killer in America Amerikilla [Short Nitty:] I got skills to kill Like overdosin
you... Sanity is slowly slipping from my hands now. I'm standing closer to the edge than I should be allowed. Oh, what little regret I have... Does that make me a killer
bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on my come choke The killing joke worn