My eggs my babies, you've just hatched, but never cracked. Your mom ain't crazy, just in the mood for a consecration. There's genius in these condoms sleeves, although they're filled up and dried out. So bend your knees and leave her please. She's a bitch and you know it. I didn't want to say it but I'm tired of playing these games you think you're running but you're just running away you're letting your old pumpkin decay. Shut up you cunt bag there's no use in trying. Your tongue keeps ticking like you don't believe in time.