Some perfect bodies waiting for destiny
And I am just a fucking dream-maker
Your wishes, your wishes are poisoned
And all my wishes are fucking obscene
Slow down, without questions, motherfucker
My first bullet for you
Slow down, without speeches, yeah
Without words, I’ll be true
Wild ride, on wide and fast road
Don’t give a fuck, don’t make a mistake
And when you hate the speed is not enough
Yours fucking lives as manikin’s fake
Some little girls with big fucked up dolls
Licking with candies big dicks
Their pretty faces will be on the covers
Selling on street glance magazines
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