Serial Killa Ickes's blog: "MY VERSE"

You ran into this serial killa tonight thats why you gotta die. Now don't cry baby show me that you got some pride. I finally am going to let this evil beast out of me. I'm going cut out your organs and study your anatomy. Now here are some fucking tissues whipe your fucking face. You can't die crying baby. Man you are a discrace! Hunny you better think twice and put down da knife. Or I can't be a loving husband to my decieced wife. I'm sorry baby but thats the way this has to be. You should of thought about this before ya hurt me. Now were running though our apartment and I'm getting close. Right up till you turned around and punched me in my nose. Now that I whiped the fucking blood off of my fucking face. I'm going to use your blood to paint this fucking place. Look hun you triped over the rug and I caught you. DIE BITCH DIE FUCK YOU DIE BITCH DIE FUCK YOU

She was dancing on the pole when she popped it on my face. So I stuck my tongue out to see if I could get a taste. I didn’t give a fuck if the bitch is fucking trife It’s only for one nite and I don’t wanna wife And I can’t for get the condom I put it on my cock I don’t give a fuck if it’s a trogan or not First I made her pussy wet while I hit da fuckin blunt I’d almost fucked up when I called her a fucking cunt I whispered SSSKKKKIIII in her ear and saved the day So this time I had to make uuup so I went out of my way I ate that pussy another fucking time but this time I gave it a good ole I can barely see spit shine Now were getting it on right after she re sucks my dong Casue I didn’t come this far to ruin da fuckin song So stay tunned into the next verse to see if I bust or not Or to hear that I can’t even get that fuckin twat