Gypsyhook - Sonny

Just another gypsy hook

Chocking on that dick you rode

And it’s taken his, in which I abode

Where i slit the morse of my mothers throat

Rotten to me, rotten to me

Oh no

Most of us can merge in the back of the seat

The last and go into my back straight gets me clean

Well I heard the bird atop your head

Slumming monk had cut my bed

(Slumming monk had cut my bed)

Rotten to m-m-m-me

Rotten to me, rotten to me

Nanananana, nanananana

Rotten to me, rotten to me

Nanananana, nanananana

Rotten to me, rotten to me

Nanananana, nanananana

Rotten to me, rotten to me

Nanananana, nanananana

Oh whoa

Rotten to me, rotten to me

Yeah

Rot-ten to