Paroles de Grinding Process 1

Prevent you stratus, yeah I snick it husband Make me tall with lies Loose lips torture me Mus ditch romalaid Lick me, continue With my ladder ray Finger painted black Goes around her neck Chokes with giant blood Losing my face Stick it lonely streatch Strive one, wasted wretch No runs rumor now Who's my last gift to taste? For my last kiss to taste Now I know that it's mound, but The way it will be How very long If I could trick it to be.