[Mitch]

I peer beyond any beer goggle goddess, throttle, switch flickering, red, the boom, bang, the floored four door box, ignition kicking off emissions toxic, drinking from my faucet, thirsty, bitches want a Hershey, the glove box, deserving the nut bust, curtsy and walk off, later we can talk on my laptop, hop off my lap broad, the mess that you left, later you better lap up. Maybe, yea that's a tad raw, but if you die in the line of service, your father will take my hat off, and that's all fair and well, but what will i be wearing out, to impress another mess to fill the blank your death was, so yea, mop!