The Insecure appifinyA Poem by 30SecondsToRawrMy knobbly knees, quiver in the breeze, as i gaze upon your vaginal cheese,
Does she clean? have any sense of hygeine?
you are the school train, we've all got a seat, we pound to the beat, of the cheesey squelching,
I'm MC flacid, my balls are massive, I live in constant fear, that it's chronic ghonnerea, (c**k rot)
I masturbate to thoughts of you, doing a poo
naughty girl... © 2011 30SecondsToRawr |
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