In a Russian voice he says.
It's like putting a toothpick into a hookers vagina
I like, I like
It's just sits there.
Do you like my tits, you like my tits
This song is about the time when you were in South Africa writing songs for children,
But also you were involved in a child sex trafficking ring.
Let's reiterate, you helped the children but also sold them for beer and money
His name is Evan
Selling semen for cocaine and grinding camos
Grinding camos and kitting guns
Blowing loads on helpless nuns
Drinking wine and drinking Manhattans
Feverishly masterbating so hard to tiny kittens
His hair is glorious, feathered and lethal
Like white Goodman, he's will, he will rock you
He slays guitar, with his cock
And also with his fingers
He's a Russian assasin
Using his cock
Fighting crime
Using his cock
Making sandwiches
Using his cock
But don't talk about it
Don't talk about my cock
Cock
Cock
Cock
Cock and balls
Fighting disease, with his cock
Helping the homeless with his cock
Giving birthday presents with his dick
Helping the sick, with his dick
He's a generous soul, a Russian assasin,
Looking for an ass to assasin
Because if you do it the butt...
They won't get pregnant
Ooooh noooo
They can't get pregnant
If you do it on the butt
They can't be pregnant
I'm logging off boys