By popular demand,
I am going to recite the exploits of a
be unclean
by maidens called a 'bitch,
and not because I feel like a champion,
I do in the name of art and women,
I understand you, you idiot!?
I am the joker of the group, while
you are the loser, oh you, it appears.
Stand still with your hands, that's a friend of mine,
dont see that with you not having fun
mica.
You know, I live in the shadows, but
like magic, thanks to the friends I
flashes of merriment
the evening and I can become merry and
on.
Street on the road, looking
a local
're just in the car?
What took you wrong!??
But what you feel, how you get tired,
let it be, made by hand, secluded,
not know that women are treated with kid gloves? Have a nice
, listen to one that uses the glove
since it did not have hair on.
Arrivals in local
you warm and miss them badly,
demand that the owner,
you turn on the air conditioning, look ... well ...
go to hell.
You decided this evening to focus on the maid?
stay at home and jumped over the railing. In the vacuum
discover the feeling
you feel when you fuck,
a whirlwind of adrenaline,
before arriving.
Seize this lighter
and without this plug
so you relax a little,
're too tense, you know ...
so, then, who gets into trouble.
Have you ever faced the wrath of a patient person, up from
tell me, loser!
When the patient loses,
his face turns green, but the meek
you change the features making you become attractive.
you sent me wrong for the umpteenth time, you'll taste the consequences
hours, touch you this time.
you aspire to and you blow that away, and if there's anything
you,
you know what? There
that scatarrerò
and spit you out, and when you
I finish, dear
stoned, I will let you
and trample you.
And if this is not dissing
served
you look in the ring, you know
,
are a street kid,
friend.
Francesco Favia
Tuesday, May 20, 2008 1:00
http://ciscofavia.blogspot.com/
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