Wolf's mind

Which try is this? Oh, nevermind. I'm a mental case with a pervert's gaze, that keeps his cheesy notes in his database. You can't miss me, I've got a dead look face. Looks pretty easy, but you can't keep up with this pace. I'm getting red-faced from the pace that this red-head sates my rod's head She's my best bet for getting off (on) set, She's a vacuum cleaner, won't stop that sucking, but I wake up, get upset... Fucking slut turned away from my side, she's a nagging (Anakin, bitch) bitch. Can I let that slide? Killing younglings is my right. Too dark? Well, you ain't too bright. Wanna speak football, alright. What are you saying? You mean soccer? I bet sucker-punching you will get hands pumping, motherfucker. I was never in a club, maybe that's why I can't score. Dumber than caveman with a club, what are you rapping for? You act like a goalkeeper slayer with no brain. You might be a player, but I'm the game. That's why I'm an animal, a lyrical beast, that has to be pissed off. You can't even bare (bear) my teeth. But if that happens, my advice is to leave. Unless you no longer want to breathe.