Just say my fucking name cunt With sheer hatred he smashes her face Her skull softens under white knuckles
You never notice me You never smile or say hello For over seven months We work at the same Woolies bitch! I love watching the way you use those tongs The way you shove them up the chickens bumholes When they're done and then you slip them Into sweaty zip bags
What the hell would you see in a cunt Who restocks the fruit and veg Look at this photo that's me and Manu From My Kitchen Rules We met at Crown Casino Who's a stupid motherfucker now?
At least I got to keep your hair net That you left behind in the tea-room Oh God it smelt good Please accept my little gift Mal's penis is quite short in length But has amazing girth I'll replace all the bad memories When I fuck you like a chook
He wallops the Bejesus out of her While he taps up a doughy Firm enough to stuff Into her unconscious body Building up a sweet rhythm He reaches climax You fucking idiot You should've added me on Facey Make me a promise That you won't hurt anyone ever again Anyone ever again You look disgusting If I were you I'd stay in bed You should ring Phil and ask for time offTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
