freak but i won't even blink don't even try to contain the 40z that i drain i leave a malt liquor stain like a fucking freight train i go to the high
I came here to tell you my loinz have been shakin' my hips are gyratin', my hitachi's vibratin' when i think about steaksauce from shoulders to fingers
You make me nervous, nervous, nervous! Hella hella hella nervous, nervous, nervous. You make me nervous, nervous, nervous! Hella hella hella nervous,
minitime But then I see Matt Dillon and I want it HUGETIME! You open up your lips and try to seal my doom So I make a beeline straight to the menz room
