our lad in europe/belize, "The Bleed!"
no need to hook,
no blow, no cook
the world in which we bleed
no sweet romance
u fucking prance
a world, s-where we bleed
u got ya blood
u own our soul,
but we don't care anymore
Singing: Death & Taxes U Sweetheart?
Please stick it UP YA ASS!
I aint Bleeding for U no more!
no need to look, catch my book,
we aint there any more
gotta GAL I wanna score, etc.
check ya Book
U outta luck: GO BLEED!!!
I aint Giggin for ya Gig no more!
c.2025 dd, whoosits.
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