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to previous pageIt`s that time of the month again, your bitching. Stop yelling at me.I know youve got to plug yourself up, but why
take it out on me.Just leave me alone. Stop yelling at me. Leave me alone. When its your time to bleed
Why do I keep scratching. Scratching my balls. I dont like this feeling.I dont like it at all.
Cause I got crabs, I got crabs, I got crabs.I got those little fuckers biting and sucking my blood.
Theres crab eggs in my bed.There in the carpet too. I'll go to the store buy A200 shampooI got R.I.D. of them.
I got all of them.They wont be back.Wait a second, what isthis itching
in my crack
cause I got crabs, I got crabs.I got crabs, I got those little fuckers
biting and sucking my blood.
Affection not dissection.Meat is murder.Animals are for petting.Oh shut up already
I don't want to listen and I'm tired of your bitchen about whats in my kitchen because if a big animal
had the chanceit wouldn't take another glance it will eat you up.
Am I supposed to do things right? No. I don`t have the time. This is how I live my life. I haven`t got much pride
and it`s ok if I live like a slob, cause this is my life, and I will waste it if I want. "A wasted life ain`t no crime."