Years Since The Storm Your Daughter's A Whore
You lie on the bed
You are screaming
I laugh in your face
As your bleeding
Listen to your cries
I ignore you
Saw next to the bed
It’s there for you
Oh F..ck Bust A Nut!!!
You lie there
Pathetic
Almost dead
Bullet hole
Lodged in your
F..cking head
You are a
Waste of life
Waste of time
F..cking whore
But no more
Now your mine
You are so beautiful but such a f..cking whore
All of the things that you have done they will now be
paid for
You waste your life I take it eye for an eye and
nothing more
Won’t see again won’t f..ck again inside out on the
floor
Your Daughter Is Such A Whore!!!
Your blood’s on my hands
And your juices are on my dick
You’re going to die slowly
Cause its so much less fun to kill them quick
Cigarette in my hand
And a beer in the other one
Drinkin’ and smokin’ and killin’ whores
This day was so much fun
DAMN SON!!!
You will not f..ck anymore