Testo Biatch

I’m gonna tell ya a story
‘bout women’s fear
When they’re drunk and full of beer
Fucked’n’bawdy
Late at night they’re full of smear
There’s no more cheer
On all fours they’re all buddies
Finally
Loosing control of your own limits
Stop smokin’ dutch
Totally abandoned as puppets
Fucked like a ...
The insanity of this night party
Finished in a hutch
Unfolding like a bad movie
Fucked like a biatch

After one more blunt
She felt ripped off her ass
In her eyes all seems pleasant
Even this jackass
She lets him approach closely Surely too much
He only wants her booty
She lets him touch

Running away, it’s too late
Cry no more
You had not planned this fate
There’s no cure