Black Mamba rus & Scissors in her Cunt

And it's the end of the night, what the hell is gonna happen to us.

Now you're knitting again, and tomorrow you're gonna get up again.

It's that myth again that you can't even speak Korean.

What if we don't make it harder?

And meet the girl, the spring.

What girl are you going there?

But I've had enough of it for a long time.

The cleaning can go to the restaurant. He didn't give anything.

The storm's going into your mouth, and you're like a John tonight.

I've got a tired husband in front of me, and you buy them.

Hey, you ****, don't fix the fun of God.

Hey, girl, don't be bored. We'll invite you for tea.

Just don't row your heart. You give up the playoffs, too.

Rap, not jupe. And when I get up, I'm a pawn.

Hey, guys, I brought you some cornmeal.