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Never had a girlfriend, never met a woman, His problems were getting bigger, so did his dick, Every night laying in his bed, chopping till his death, Got no fantasies anymore, got no money to get him a whore So again lay in my bed, using my hand, in union we stand Sheets are full of dirty stains, seed is growing in my brains So again lay in my bed, using my hand, in union we stand Hope to recover soon, before I paint the whole house white Got nothing else to do, use my hand tonight, Laying on your knees, before the TV, Chopping (becomes) a addiction, Got no fantasies anymore, got no money to get him a whore So again lay in my bed, using my hand, in union we stand Sheets are full of dirty stains, seed is growing in my brains So again lay in my bed, using my hand, in union we stand Sitting on the toilet, reading a porno mag... Seeing Kelly on the screen, makes me gonna..... Little girls in the street, dreaming to see me..... Kutpoll in his bed, chopping till his death Chop till Chop till death Chop till Chop till death!!!! Aus Songtexte Mania