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