Ebbo says its time to die
she mix you a slow potion
relish the end game
prodding a reply
Where's your will ?
She ride your pride
call you Mr Browne
tell everybody you smell
If you're lucky maybe
fillet fish at Skegness.
No one wants you anymore
handkerchief sniffle sniffle.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC
Ebbo says its time to die
she mix you a slow potion
relish the end game
prodding a reply
Where's your will ?
She ride your pride
call you Mr Browne
tell everybody you smell
If you're lucky maybe
fillet fish at Skegness.
No one wants you anymore
handkerchief sniffle sniffle.
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