Code Brown

We do what we want, they don't complain I want to put mi verga in la muerte and I don't even care, how the heina died She stares right through me with her hair sprayed to the sky, ay, ay Buen panocha, who I'm going to bone 'Cause the muerte heinas, they never moan Don't even cry if I caca on their pelo Hey check it out ese, she's got a brown halo I can do what I want and they don't complain I want to put mi verga in la muerte! The prince of pinchie darkness