Eucharist bagged like dixie cups.
In a chinese grocery, net to the fucking wontons.
A strong pimp hand loosens the fronts and widens the gap.
Same pliers used in a nose job on another whore. fuck it!
Im fucked up lets do this shit.
Every person in here is dead - for no good reason - right fucking now.
Writer(s): Richard Johnson, James Randall, Joseph Hull, Carl Schultz
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