a bitch said no you still go
whose gonna tell you that is so
as far as i can see
press on nails fo' teens
smaller sizes is what you mean
des throw bitch
all you lozees out cast in new joisey
where are you trash sluts arent so
perty getting intoxicated and polluted to waist in our days of glory.

when the last thought of pregnancy ruins
not my soul
not my destiny
misconstrue my affextion in case you fell
apart at the last conviction ignoramus in a glimpse of addiction
and a likely assumption of immaturism