Sit and make love to a cigarette
His mama said she was a teachers pet
The thought of her, begging to make him sweat
The thought of his breath climbing down her neck
Kimmy was hangin' out with a gun
Mama said he was the gifted son
I wanted you to come
I am your number one
Smothering shit all over the wire
No brother, no sister, ain't here for miles
He kept all his secrets locked in a vial
A-son of a bitch you're a paedophile
You're my paedophile
You're a paedophile
You're a paedophile
Are you?
Are you see it?
Are you?
Are you see it?
He's got a mouthful of dirt
He;s got an eyeful of spit
He's got no time to kill
His personality is shoveling shit
I wasn't there
Are you?
Are you see it?
Are you?
Are you see it?
See it?
See it?
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