See My Solution The Essence
Our best friends
Our best friends
My best friend is a butcher, he has 600 knives
Never meant to use ´em, at least he tried
But one day a brother came to steal his wife
He chopped!
When storms keep on falling, the essence goes
And not one for all, but a sea full of them
My best friend is a porn star, he has 600 wives
One day a sick one climbed up his stick
He cut off his manhood and bleed it did
He chopped!
All love for this, my everlasting kiss
My best friend is a dead one, he has 600 names
He looks a bit ill, has no reason to chill
His primary goal is a coffin to fill
He chopped!
My best friends keep the essence
My best friends, will not fail