sin Vinnie sticking the dick in a bitch and the bitch in a ditch with slits on her wrists and her tits and her clit dont care who she was who she is no more worries no more whore no more herpes no more sores no more slurpees no more store there ain't no more u could hate me for just make me more of an angry war with an angry sword that I'm aiming towards u all not my problem not my fault not my album not my song dropping bombs on ya lawns. bombin a bong leaving ya mama hobblin along from throbbing a long on and on on my dong all night long that's right I'm prolly fuckin ya mother I'm the dad of ya little brother prolly the dad of ya kids I prolly fucked yo bitch raw dog no rubber. fuckin it up no other the way I fuck her and I ain't gotta love her