Evil Dead B.o.h.i.c.a текст песни, слова песни B.o.h.i.c.a Evil Dead
Evil Dead - B.o.h.i.c.a
primeval instinct
internal urges, the way all Men think
romantic setting, or in the back seat
for free of money just grinding our meat
BEND OVER HERE IT COMES AGAIN!
To hell with rubbers
I need the moisture
a real woman, and not a picture
a gleaming brown eye, between two nice buns
Subsonic friction, until one of us comes.
BEND OVER HERE IT COMES AGAIN!
Lead break: Gonzales
Black or white, I don't discriminate
FK all the bigots; they can stay home and masturbate
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