FASHION TALK: Ripped and All.

So she bent over, heard a big grip..

Uh-Oh.

That's it..

There goes her ripped blue jeans.

Animal Prints,
Pants Fuera Control..
Holler Mister,
This is how she roll.

Escapin' the shit ol' blues,
Steppin' out like a freako..
Pumpin' it up with some sweet convulsion,
Forkin' out some sweet control.

'Cause she ain't good when it comes to control.. 

'Cause she ain't good when it comes to parole..
Ahuh..what an a-hole.

Anythin' Red + Animal Prints + E = ♥