elon

son of chainsaw is doing florida by night in shorts without shirt he’s such a sorry sight he came for influence, money fame and then some but right now he's horny desperate to come his eyes gettin' misty his vision all blurred elon is upstairs with floorshow cum all over his shirt can't stop ogling pussy as smoking a bong while the ladies play a different kind of ping-pong fucked up he wakes up in a state without joy doesn't know where he is and if she was a boy the sucker is afraid and looks for his checkbook his mind screamin' aids wanker-shanker shook-shook meanwhile in crowsnest down south ocean boulevard atom heart's mother plays his ill-gotten trump card while the creepy old bastard is doing his maid elon howls for never again shall he get laid the mother is a mystery in his own right word has it he's offspring from jeckyll and hyde he made his home in florida like a mole in club med little sunlight ever shone on this dirty old cat scared shitless elon crawls towards atom heart's lair tells mother he's screwed but doesn't know where then whimpers and whines that he really needs to know when those much feared symptoms of the big drip will finally show mother's just laughing as they head for the bars says he too got his deal of floridal scars lifes mystery's complex and chaos is chief atom's heartbeat could change the weather in kyiv with identities twisted and an overcast mind they think all their sorrows are left way behind forgotten are clapper and terminal leak as reality slips the door to play hide and seek son of chainsaw and mother gonna make it together all dressed up in python boots and camouflage leather they forget life is harder than elon’s tiny dick in the end it was the son of a bitch doing the trick ml