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Since she was a little girl
Wanted to be in that sidewalk
Between those stars in L.A.
Yeah, there's where I wanna stay
Then she examined possibilities
But there was not much talent to see
With 14 began acting classes
Soon enough she was expelled
Murder is the new sextape
Murder is the new sextape
Murder is the new sextape
And i will
Kill you
Fuck I'm gonna sing
Broke the glasses and a window pane
I really want really want the top
Maybe I should do some porn
She was cummed
She was teared
She was treated real bad
Nothing seemed to go as planed
Where's the glamour?
Where's the fame?
Is coming as a shame
And affliction consuming all the way
Gimme cocaine
Murder is the new sextape
Murder is the new sextape
Murder is the new sextape
And i will
Kill you
Murder is the new sextape
Murder is the new sextape
Murder is the new sextape
And i will
Shot you
Bang!
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Dizzie Ranger
01:17
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Coming through my senses now
And I don't know where it is
Could be any part of town
Maybe should go back asleep
Have some flashes in my mind
You being all polite to me
Thought you were a real good guy
But just wanted a drunken me
When it comes to the end you all the same to me
If it's going to be that way at least make me cum
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Cum Inside Me
02:48
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When the night comes
Keep on waiting on you
To grab my tights hon'
Gimme a slap maybe two
Love the way you do
You make me crazy screaming under you
No need to respect me
Leave that out of my bed
Tight me up dear
I'll be wild like a cat
I'm a freak
If you can't handle the door is over here
Cum inside me
Come on inside me
Cum inside me
Come inside me
Aaaah aaaah aw
Come on inside me
Come on inside me
Cum inside me
Come on inside
Aaah ah ah aw
When the night comes
I'll a slave of yours
Treat me bad hon'
Can scream call me whore
Let me show you
The wild side of this little girl
I'm not a child, sweet
Suck it till the last drip
Bring it on dear
Won't complain only scream
Aaaah ah ah aw
Come inside me
Come on inside me
Cum inside me
Come on inside me
Aaaaaaah aaaaaah aw
Come on inside me
Come on inside me
Cum inside me
Come on inside
Gimme you goo
And send me back home
Dripping of you
Send me back home dripping of you
Send me back home dripping of you
Dripping of you
Send me back home dripping of you
Send me back home
Dripping of you
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Scumbag
02:25
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I wanna crash my car
I wanna date your friends
I'm gonna piss in your porch
You means have justified my ways
I never felt so strong
But now my heart is hollow
Who are you to say that I am wrong?
Don't want no rules to follow
Scumbag
Scumbag
You're dead
Scumbag
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Momma's Belly
02:37
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Momma's belly went to the church
In her lap she would pray for me to be
A good girl, yeah
and she would praise that lord
Before even talking they would take me there
To learn the word
and be brainwashed about the small world
That fuck little world
Read the bible to much
Was begging to trust
Sex was a devil's thing
Yeah, I wanted to touch me
But the guilt wouldn't let me
Why prive the human being?
I remember my first blowjob
Washed my mouth a thousand times
Before getting in that stage
Used to be in a gospel band
Well if wasn't for all the pressure
Wouldn't be such a whore
Go on in so much orgies and all
Can't even know the numbers
Even less the names
Maybe not even them faces
If devil likes sex I like him too
If devil likes sex put him in the orgie too
If devil likes sex I like him too
Call him to fuck that church
If devil likes sex I like him too
If devil likes sex put him in the orgie too
If devil likes sex I like him too
Call him to fuck that church
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