right now? Who am I to be here? Evil little girl You were born to make me cry Evil little girl You were born to say goodbye Evil little girl You were
Traduzione: Wired. Evil Little Girl.
did you, yo son he pulled it out..." Five digits cock biddy nine mili One floor shine silly Spun city one verbs hit milly Little girls spinnin' curls
freeze with love of a millimeter gun Servants in the back keep bringin me spoo d's with 151 Hella choices of women Take 'em to the room drop the semen Have the little
say "Life is like five days" Words of a old man with silver hair in his wheel chair His eyes were bloody while describin' what lies before me Said "Evil
man, chill out Yo, son, did you? Yo, son, he pulled it out} Five digits, cock biddy, nine milli One floor shine silly, spun city, one verse hit milly Little girls
feed my disease feed my disease [the taste of fear in the seventh phase of the disease] and in tiny little houses on tiny little streets [everythings
