
Black rose of death In my fist I clutch Thorns shred my finger tips And drips toxic blood, Kiss me one last time Wipe off my sweat Whisper, are you dying in my ear As my bones they rust 20 pounds of trust, Whisper, are you dying in my ear.
Oh my goody, look a chicken Keep your money, here’s a ticket Hold up, keep your kids out here They too young to play in there Step right up, now strap em' in Lock it tight under his chin Clamp his arms up to his side It’s go be a helly ride Now if you misplace an item psychopathic sure to find em' If you lose your nugget, yo Hatchet ain’t responsible, Look and wonder if you will Cause we about to rip and kill Think about your every sin As the tilt-a-whirly spin
They...all... Die, Die
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how about some dime bag to lighten youre day? and yes some fing slayer thats how we do it in the ridge
hey can i be one of the creepy nerds that you dont know that message you?Nice pic by the way.
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