BLEED OUT. YOU SHALL. BLEED OUT. IN MY TRUNK.
CAUSE FOR YOU. SALVATION. THERE WILL BE NOT
from HOPELESS and SADNESS, ITS HOPELESS. HOPELESS!
I LUST. FOR YOUR DEATH. DIE IN MY TRUNK. YOU ARE SOME CREEP FUCKING BITCH.
I WOULDN'T BE SO FUCKING SURE, I CERTAINLY WOULDN'T BE SURE.
THAT GOD WILL LET YOU LIVE, JUST ANOTHER DAY DOES HE HAVE TO GIVE?
I PRAY, I PRAY HE WILL LET YOU GO, CAUSE YOU'RE JUST ONE FAT HO.
WHEN YOU WERE JUST A LITTLE GIRL, I THINK YOU WERE CUTE
NOW THAT YOU'RE FILLED UP, FAT SHIT, I WANNA SLICE YOU
YOU WOULD MAKE A GOOD BIG MAC, WITH A BLOODY SAUCE
FRENCH KISSES TURN INTO FRENCH FRIES, DESPISE, DESPISE, DESPISE YOU.
:)