Vice City

Feed the needy, don’t know graffiti, paint on walls like a cartoon
Beat the pussy up so bad, send her home with some war wounds
Loaded up the jack, hit her from the back
Goin’ ‘cross her head… bar stool
Touch her soul ’til I curl her toes, then it’s time to reload
Then it’s part two

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