Toylets 'R' Us A young boys face to cum on, Toylet's 'R' Us On my knees, clothes off, Toylet's 'R' Us A young boys face to cum on, Toylet's 'R' Us On my knees, clothes off, Toylet's 'R' Us
My first recollection, the taste of yogurt population
On my knees, church of God, born with a disgusting scruple mod I've always been blessed with a bishops touch, I always had the yogurt at lunch On my knees every day I begin to prey to be hostile far away
Sin will always guide me the way, robe rises and is tossed away Memories of women's panties Stretched fit in my face, being touched in that special place My hand is place, I renounce my faith
I was testes, he was a fucking faggots He taught me well, showed me how to choke it
Most others too, I think they all knew, we're all the same we were told Downing his dick, six years old, develop to a failed mold
Sin will always guide me the way, robe rises and is tossed away Memories of women's panties Stretched fit in my face, being touched in that special place My hand is place, I am nothing
I learned from the Catholic Church, learned how to be a good boy Same for me and all the kids, wrongly turn us into toys
Cum would get in my eyes, sometimes I would choke and gag, I'm built to despise This is pure happiness, life is over now, why don't you hurry and kill me?
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