Lyrics:
rolling this indo
As I nibble your neck naughtily, sex is a big part of me
Agencies want to audit me, searching, snooping for sodomy
My thrust bust
to thrust
Yourself down his throat)
Duke's trained every British team since 1928
And it's his blend of gymnastic
Knowhow, reptilian expertise
And culinary
clone
Walk up in this house you own
Thrust my pelvic bone
Use your telephone, then go fetch me the remote
Put my feet up and just make myself at home
That twelve o'clock the roof will be blowing
Drinks on me, up the cups, and
Midnight coming full thrust, and
Dick Clark holding it down,
life
You guys would still be on my case
You guys would still be on my case
But he can't leave his fears behind
He recalls each fatal thrust
The screams
hangs above your, hangs above your door
A picture that is waving that it seems
To be with every thrust you make me beg for more
Oh, a robin sings
ride
Smokin' indo,
Playin' dat Super Nintendo,
Hear a rat tat tat on my window
Gave her ass dat pelvic thrust,
Don't trust tha rubber 'cause
but we're not impressed
Checkmate, populous crush, monstrous plush
Rhymes that just thrust onto your buck buck
Just rush
Just rushing like
thrust
Did you crunch your aircraft
Are you are you are you are you
Are you now
Are you are you are you are you
Are you now
The space boss
quiet
Shiny fibers muffle her cries
From the shock the girl falls silent
An angel sickly despoiled
With every vicious thrust!
Duct Taped and Raped!
you thrust a dagger
My life and dreams are shattered
And left in tyranny
Rapture or pain
You spill my blood and take my life away
Rapture or pain
me doin' drills in the Danger Room
Big game hunting, from high-noon to the full moon
With synonyms, I get an adrenaline rush
From minimum thrusts
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowing trees
What's the topic? I drop it
Fuck around then leave them all concussed
When I bust, no thrust, this world we
breath
While our loving Watchmaker
Loves us all to death
In a world of cut and thrust
I was always taught to trust
In a world where all must fail
breath
While our loving Watchmaker
Loves us all to death
In a world of cut and thrust
I was always taught to trust
In a world where all must fail
makin nigga down tah ride.
Smokin indo,
Playin dat Super Nintendo,
Hear a rat tat tat on my window.
Gave her ass dat pelvic thrust,
Don't trust tha rubber
dance
Says dance
(There ain't no two ways about it )
We're all compelled to rise and thrust
When we all move together
We're all hypnotized with
To snatch you if you fall.
So come out fighting
With your rattle in hand.
Thrust and parry. Light
A match to catch the devil's eye.
Bring a cross
Ye rotten hound of the burnie crew!"
Well I snatched fer the blade and a Claymore cut and thrust
And I fell down before him round his feet
Aye,
Return, return of the singer
Twist me up and watch me burn
Just like a falling star about to burn
Center down and outward thrust
The curtain's up baby,
on the daughter in the ministry of youth?
Thrust your head between the breasts of the fertile innocent.
And taken up the cause of love, for the sake of argument.
in the soft morning light
The sound of a shot in the dead of the night
A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,
It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold,
weather rage.
Savage retribution makes for a headline feast.
Planet-warming, opinion-forming headless beast.
El Niño.
El Niño.
Cold thrust
SOUR) - rhythm guitars
Mike D'Antonio (KILLSWITCH ENGAGE) - bass
Johnny Kelly (TYPE O NEGATIVE) - drums
You thrust the knife into my side with words you
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