Kingpin Testo

The Morning after pill.

Slowly the sunlight is built from a rustic
horizon.
Manufactured for disaster.
Igniting fires faster.

Chorus
Bite
your tongue, you sound so shitty. I run these streets and rock this city.
I
filled this mold with heart and soul.
Your sad excuses are getting so old.
So
old. So old. So old.

Fragile and filthy, comes crawling across from the
sidewalk.
She is mangled, flesh is tangled, Black and blue from being
strangled.

Chorus
Bite your tongue, you sound so shitty.
I run these
streets and rock this city.
I filled this mold with heart and soul.
Your sad
excuses are getting so old.
So old. So old. So old.

Make me Take me Fuck
me now.

I've got this city in the palm of my hands.

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SO OLD