Big X, put that on ur grave, indian street hots wigga, get a pubic shave,
and then eat shit, you need it, its ur medication, drink ur own perspiration,
ur the modification, n personification of a jackass, never cool as wrath as,
never tokd shit bout ur jesus, but u makin me do so, u wakin up the demon, n he''ll rip ur roof off,
n i'll murk, n burn, n turn ur neck 360 degreez, its like trap n u the bee, beterr flee, u geek,
coz u will too bleed like ur jeez when whwn i put u on ur X n punch nails down ur ass,
u so poor wigga, i got the strret money, n stop balming ur girl u gay aphid, suckin up ur own dick,
n drinking ur own WHITE cum, dumb-asss u so pathetic, gay aesthetic,
well u need a paramedic red ambulance, coz u never used protection like i did when i fuck ur girl,
so u catched gonorrhea, look in the mirror what u see, wearing a pink tee, on which its written,
Fuck me, he he, wash ur ass with that holy water and then drink it, still u nt pure,
then drink Indian Urine, I'm like nightmare, a bad dream, then ur mom scream,
she puts fairness cream on her white ass, then i fuck it n then she wipe the cream off,
so she can get some rubbing against her walls and S Wrath is all that she calls,
its not ur fault, its ur dad's he wasnt home, and his dick just 1mm fat, thats what ur mom told,
so no need to be sad, poor little FriXtion dont get mad.



