Evan canova

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