Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Stupid bitches wipe the cum off your lips
Your Rupert's whore in bed
Try thinking for yourself
Fuel oil in winters stead

The first ones to die
Will be bitches just like you
Now stick that in your pipe
And smoke that fat one to!

Your laughter gives a new meaning
To what we call a cunt
And when this all does come down
You don't get the chance to punt