up his pan, murder everybody, dog on a wristband
I've been 15 to spread them out, I don't know anything, everything they doubt
And you think of the rifle man a match, just wedges and a scotch hat in a mouth
They made a bond, similar to bounds about
Rifle, we can't tell you about rifle
Rifle, we can't tell you about rifle
Pull up a base shell, yellow a angel
Me know we KSL to fuck up boy Brazil
Mounted up upon a one highway grave them
They doubt