Was realy hardly thinkin' about write it or do not!
My Mother's bout fifty, but still can not put pity thing on it's place. So witch ways does it realy lead to and give? Dildo's piles alike hidden presents fo Brother and Me? You can not still figure out should be there places of things? So look at Your cunt's place, shit, it notta nape is! And Your mouth ISN'T lake where You can drown with a drinks. This iz Ma breeding, damn, what were You thinkin' it is? So I juzd GOT fuckin' aim! I don't wanna be this!