I got the spoon of doom that I"ll smack you in the face with. **** pig, I ****** you up. You need a facelift.
Drift into another lane, cause I'm wasted. You can **** on my metaphorical sausage. Taste it!
Take that stick out of your *** and embrace it lass.
I'll smoke grass and drive like glass with expired tags. I'll snap an I-phone from my dashboard, to your face, while you crash. Score!
My dashing face will smile, all the while your life is flashing. Smashing!
No biggie. Take that piggy!
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
I got the spoon of doom that I"ll smack you in the face with. **** pig, I ****** you up. You need a facelift.
Drift into another lane, cause I'm wasted. You can **** on my metaphorical sausage. Taste it!
Take that stick out of your *** and embrace it lass.
I'll smoke grass and drive like glass with expired tags. I'll snap an I-phone from my dashboard, to your face, while you crash. Score!
My dashing face will smile, all the while your life is flashing. Smashing!
No biggie. Take that piggy!
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