Now then
Now then
Really glad to be a career inmate in this jail
You weigh that much
They hang your a**
Your head pops off
You big fat lump
Without a bean
Now then
Now then
Whose child is that you carry inside your womb?
The dad is gone
The baby's f**ed
Before it's born
A ba*tard kid
What will you do?
Now then
Now then
Now then
If you're displeased with yout insane s** drive
There are better ways
Of curing it
Than slicing off
Both your balls
With some old knife
Now then
Now then
Now then