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you're a slave to my long eyelashes. you're not cranked but you're in agony. loving me is iridescent confliction. poor thing
i know you're hungry. cuz i'm fresh meat
in vintage dior. stealing from the rich
you're a slave to my long eyelashes. you're not cranked but you're in agony. loving me is iridescent confliction. poor thing
i know you're hungry. cuz i'm fresh meat
in vintage dior. stealing from the rich
that's why in this video i look like a sick pedo
and why i'm stalking a lady like she is fresh meat
my beard's gross
that's why in this video i look like a sick pedo
and why i'm stalking a lady like she is fresh meat
my beard's gross
once i was a hunter
and i brought home fresh meat for you
once i was a lover
once i was a hunter
and i brought home fresh meat for you
once i was a lover
once i was a hunter
and i brought home fresh meat for you
once i was a lover
once i was a hunter
and i brought home fresh meat for you
once i was a lover
once i was a hunter
and i brought home fresh meat for you
once i was a lover
once i was a hunter
and i brought home fresh meat for you
once i was a lover
that's all
moon is covered with fresh meat
threw by the hungry hordes
that's all
moon is covered with fresh meat
threw by the hungry hordes
once i was a hunter
and i brought home fresh meat for you
and once i was a lover
once i was a hunter
and i brought home fresh meat for you
and once i was a lover
and i said our friend the judas sheep
today's companion tomorrow's fresh meat
i says mother i have lost my arms
and i said our friend the judas sheep
today's companion tomorrow's fresh meat
i says mother i have lost my arms
with a redman chaw inside of my left cheek
talkin' trash 'bout who's gonna be the first to drop fresh meat
and i plan all my vacation time around this sacred land
with a redman chaw inside of my left cheek
talkin' trash 'bout who's gonna be the first to drop fresh meat
and i plan all my vacation time around this sacred land
he'll hang with you forever
longing for a fresh meat
by hook or by crook
he'll hang with you forever
longing for a fresh meat
by hook or by crook