From the, children of the night klan kept within the dungeons at resident with light then arises a lucifarian mind with the soul of a darkie enlightened, hellishly a demon with a heartbeat, everevident in drums, wealth within the mind but a body in the slums, servants of nuns with guns and leaders who look at us as zeros and ones for f**ing once, were our generation's last hope, but f** it id rather be at a party tryna cum inside your girlfriends mouthpiece she's too drunk to remember hotter than december, this ugly b**h a winner in the right light, I'm excitebiking over who*es on nintendo, compatible with wiimote, synced, prolly shoving sh** into her disk drive, alcohol poisoning k** the mood and dismiss vibe, she cries, as the....
But still f**
.Until she's overrun with corrosion and pus, corruption and lust, and now she dosnt trust and its all because of us, so what are we to do? f**ing with no relation, she's dieing and we watch her in awe and masterbation in a pool of blood and tears repeating penetration, lustful eyes f** cries she's georgeous, sewn seed from joining apendages sans foreskin. Swag us up, prolly didn't bag it up, pa**ion nut, this dirty b**h the reason we got syphillus, taken around the block, double f**ed and burried in the dust, in the name of jesus, king sodomy and treason, k**ing without reason, rape like its in season, scream the world sees it, calling the b**h sleezy standing with co*ks greasy, cheerleading, following a cause without meaning