lunedì 29 settembre 2014

The minkchild

Devastated with cure parental
By genitors stupids and banal
Givin' him every capritch
Makin' him a future coonitch
A clear project without conscience
Givin' him a future of deficience
He wants the altalen menacin' with a backett
And papy doesn't make black his coolett
Always viziated by his maman
Need a table of wood to beat his deretan
A lot of terror in the dotch
Manvers and battipann the right approach
Once he was afraid to cagate
Without mum he couldn't spurgate
Keepin' inside him brown salsitch so bell
With 2 kilos of purg I scarick him well
Now is with cacca in love
He talks of merda every dove
He wants to skitt in face of mama
She doesn't break his face that's the drama
He's a love story with product of boodell
A love for merda and ringin' a bell
Mad passion for the insides of boodell
Total empty inside the chervell
Always following his sborron inclination
Less difficult than givin' education
Great effort to make him a really big coyon
Then comes the moment to stay under a patron