As I bake in this rancid oven that we call earth, hard to breathe through filth and muck that rides our air. All I taste, the bile phlegm collects within
Ura Fucking Loser: as i bake in this rancid oven that we call earth hard to breath thru filth and muck that rides our air all i taste the bile phlegm
If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn I could arm a town the size of Abilene Don't you push me, baby 'Cause I'm all alone and you know I'm only in
Tradução: Galleta. Perdedor.