Grylls
Cum Looking Faggot
[abrade this vocal tread-softly]
Spectral got demodded His other career was wiping diarrhea He claims to have resigned But he just got left behind I would like to remind That I am only trying to be kind
Grylls just got back from Chick-a-fils His grills are gold and diamond quills He wears his pants straight to the ground His graceful footsteps don't make a sound His wallet chain must weigh at least a pound
If I see the morning hours, I'll have one more yesterday Take life from tomorrow, 'cause I've burned out my today If I get up to the top, I know I'll just go back downhill Gotta' terminal future and it's time to write my will Down another glass of courage and a shot of Thorazine
We're not ready to see you yet 99 ways to die We're not ready to see you yet
Gotta' short between the earphones, wringing my hands in dismay A more efficient maniac, with two feet in the grave Ain't got no last words to say, yellow streak right up my spine The gun in my mouth was real and the taste blew my mind In a black tie and straightjacket, man, I'm gonna try again!
We're not ready to see you yet 99 ways to die We're not ready to see you yet
Demitasse of arsenic Try on this tie Never mind the tree
There is only death and danger in the sockets of my eyes A playground of illusion... no one plays, they only die There's a prison in my mind and the bars are gonna break I'm as mad as a hatter and strung out just the same