7 April 2012
Smooth words for an incomplete man, Brake the ice and complete the task. Skip the non-sense and start the inevitable, Is that too much to ask?
You were created to be on top. You were created to get fucked up.
Oh yeah, baby. Lovin' it clearly, Oh yeah baby.
Here be bitches: hog tie them all and let 'em ride on the back of our horses, that always seem to plow fast.
And no-one can stop us, And nothing will win over us, Our situation is obvious; Make sure you spread them correctly.
With open legs; I am welcomed. Carry my thrust through the wardrobe- And make or brake, but I do both.
Like a group of beasts on the hunt; We always get what we want, And never lose our appetite. We were always the ones to plow all.
We're lions, bitches and wardrobes; We always have you unclothed. Bring out the sea of girls; And make sure they are all rode.
(~these were made last year for one of my band's songs. Check us at: http://www.facebook.com/armageddinouttahere )
Lions, Bitches And Wardrobes (AoH) • Opuss № I