Transcription: I can make Jagger in Grandma's squibbly Thus serve that maximum speed Trusses his wack, gotta double the sex wax Jacked it away, one of those life-waiting, egg-beating's out there. Hey, there's good, oh, and cocky kind of food. Hey, what's up with your sweet food? Probably can't die till we're born. Femur grinds, dead fit doesn't lip slice Here I go again, front side looks like Now a switch, backside taint slide groups He never could be put on his way Safe on the side, in his life, wide wide open the door You
