Lady Death Is Into Hotrods And Meth Addicts

two pounds of steel seated into his palmfour tons of steel seated under his ballsspeeding tickets stuff his dash and boxtires loud and bald like an old man that talks and talksapocalyptic visions of erotic nihilism flood his fucking braina metal heart beats toxic blood through exploding veinsHE'S HAVING:epic group sex with hallow tips exaust and methcumming on the disrobed chest of lusty lady deathpig's blood evaporate off blackened streetsas the pussing corpses melt into vinyl seatsLADY DEATH, I WANT YOUR SEX.LADY DEATH, I WANT YOUR SEX.when you live a long way outyou make your own funhe's painting the town redwith a big block and a gunthe glass slices his body at the bottom of the cliffsthe blown speakers blast out orchestrated shit.