Babysitter
(Indisponível)
Hurt your son he wants mum
Oh what fun
Entrusted with him alone with her
Babysittin babyslitter
Your daughter, ill slaughter
Fun galore
You're to blame for there pain
You are why, there to die
Took your time with your lady
Made gravy from your babies
I was impressed with the mess
I found within your kids flesh
Tucked the large chunks into bed
Couldn't find much, too well to spread
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