clit-oris sista text på lyricism på 1 år, LÄS! I'll knock your teeth so hard you'll have to brush your ass to clean them. You've got the IQ of a banana and when you farted i smellt seemen. Kick your face til' it's mashed potatoes and then i'll kick you again, leaving your face so molested you could eat an apple through a fence. You've been touched in the head and i think it was a jackhammer, you've got hair as dogs pussy and you get carried away like a banner. And if your brains where shit you wouldn't need any toilet paper, but I'm not a player hater as I slurp your brain like a shaker. You're as usefull as a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest. And to be frikkin honest you shouldn't have gone this far, cuz they caesarean sectioned your mom cuz your nose was to large. It's so deformed even plastic surgergy would fail to save it. You babysit, cuz you change dypers when you shit your pants. You're so pale you couldn't run out of sight on a dark night, and your mouth is nastier than the wound of a shark bite. I'm like an unstopable machine developed to shed hate, so STFU you haven't got enough brains to give yourself a headache. Hej då keystyles, och tack till alla som orkade läsa. jag la upp hans text för att han inte har internet hemma + att han åker till nya zeeland imorgon och stannar ett år och vet inte om han kommer ha tillgång till internet där han ska bo..