mostro, pues.

de la serie "a veces me ajoto".

last night we kissed and it was nice but on the way home i realized that i still had your sweet smell with me and that kind of brought me down.

it's easy to rap about a bad memory.

right now i can only write about your tits, and your legs, your skinny white legs, and how you always looked like a sad kitten without make up.

truth is i miss you.

mi perro se llama pixel.

just a bunch of morritos in denial.

hay muchas cosas que antes eran mares.