Pop`s
They carry pink belongings
And make you fucking scream
They fuck`s without condom
And sniffing cocaine...
Chours:
Hey Pops, we`re trying to keep you
Show us the suicide
Hey Pops, do you wonna heat me?
Stop me or die...
Pops bred like their own Pussies
And makes your life not real
Pump up their lips and asses
They must get out of here...
Chours
They carry pink belongings
And makes your life not real
They fuck`s without condom
They must get out of here...
Chours