Whispers and moans, a river of cum
Breath stinks of cheap whiskey and rum
Cheeks speckled with mud
Semen amidst the blood
This passion, this hate
This waste, a tragic dud
Handgun on the pillow
Chain around my neck
I'm worthless
Nothing but an insect
The Black Lettuce has me trippin'
I think I'm gonna die
What is this feeling between these pale blue thighs
The Black Lettuce has me trippin'
I think I'm gonna die
What is this feeling between these pale blue thighs
Feeling kinda frisky, feeling kinda sick
I'm loathing yet begging for that thick
Wanna get away, I wanna ditch
But he's got me crippled with The Itch
The Black Lettuce has me trippin'
I think I'm gonna die
What is this feeling between these pale blue thighs
The Black Lettuce has me trippin'
I think I'm gonna die
What is this feeling between these pale blue thighs
All the deeds I've committed
I feel I should be admitted
Billowing filth, retrohale mixes with smoke from the barrel
Sinister union, the product of sin
Take another hit, start it up again
Trippin', I think I'm gonna die
What is this feeling between these pale blue thighs
The Black Lettuce has me trippin'
I think I'm gonna die
What is this feeling between these pale blue thighs
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Whispers and moans, a river of cum
Breath stinks of cheap whiskey and rum
Cheeks speckled with mud
Semen amidst the blood
This passion, this hate
This waste, a tragic dud
Handgun on the pillow
Chain around my neck
I'm worthless
Nothing but an insect
The Black Lettuce has me trippin'
I think I'm gonna die
What is this feeling between these pale blue thighs
The Black Lettuce has me trippin'
I think I'm gonna die
What is this feeling between these pale blue thighs
Feeling kinda frisky, feeling kinda sick
I'm loathing yet begging for that thick
Wanna get away, I wanna ditch
But he's got me crippled with The Itch
The Black Lettuce has me trippin'
I think I'm gonna die
What is this feeling between these pale blue thighs
The Black Lettuce has me trippin'
I think I'm gonna die
What is this feeling between these pale blue thighs
All the deeds I've committed
I feel I should be admitted
Billowing filth, retrohale mixes with smoke from the barrel
Sinister union, the product of sin
Take another hit, start it up again
Trippin', I think I'm gonna die
What is this feeling between these pale blue thighs
The Black Lettuce has me trippin'
I think I'm gonna die
What is this feeling between these pale blue thighs
Breath stinks of cheap whiskey and rum
Cheeks speckled with mud
Semen amidst the blood
This passion, this hate
This waste, a tragic dud
Handgun on the pillow
Chain around my neck
I'm worthless
Nothing but an insect
The Black Lettuce has me trippin'
I think I'm gonna die
What is this feeling between these pale blue thighs
The Black Lettuce has me trippin'
I think I'm gonna die
What is this feeling between these pale blue thighs
Feeling kinda frisky, feeling kinda sick
I'm loathing yet begging for that thick
Wanna get away, I wanna ditch
But he's got me crippled with The Itch
The Black Lettuce has me trippin'
I think I'm gonna die
What is this feeling between these pale blue thighs
The Black Lettuce has me trippin'
I think I'm gonna die
What is this feeling between these pale blue thighs
All the deeds I've committed
I feel I should be admitted
Billowing filth, retrohale mixes with smoke from the barrel
Sinister union, the product of sin
Take another hit, start it up again
Trippin', I think I'm gonna die
What is this feeling between these pale blue thighs
The Black Lettuce has me trippin'
I think I'm gonna die
What is this feeling between these pale blue thighs
Writer: Gregory Garcia
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