The chain-saw smile of the mortician shines. I still got all my fingers but somewhere I lost my mind. I can smell abortion on you, I can see through. I take the gun out of my mouth and point it at you. OH YEAH!
The chain-saw smile of the mortician shines. I still got all my fingers but somewhere I lost my mind. I can smell abortion on you, I can see through. I take the gun out of my mouth and point it at you. OH YEAH!
