Cock, hard As we start, The strangest sight to behold Cadavers, Cold flesh and rock solid boab
A penis, You've only seen in nightmares So solid, Old folk and children it scares
Running around, from the cock of your dreams
Fleshy, veiny, scary
From the coffin into parishioners Watch them run, fucking scared of the boab Every step they take, they will be consumed You can't run, up the bum, check the size of that chode
Pinstripe suit, with a rip in the gooch He's come for you He's gone commando no more shame Huge pants tent Mortician's fault he is the one to blame Open box, with a cock on the rocks It's a phallic pipe No more trousers, they are gone Bifkin cone Mortician's fault he is the one to blame
We, we shall not survive, we will die We, cannot have a future
Flame grilled, served up for your dinner Cunt filled, fucked 'till dead, no more tread Spunk spilled, creamy jizz on your tits You're now infested
Filth...
Feces, now you see, smothered on your face Milky spunk, in your ears, you can't hear a thing Framing up the entry, it's your turn, feel the burn You'll have to wait there's a queue to see the pussy too Cunt.
It has cum Upon me I have no fear I will take it You cunt
As we end There's nothing left to unfold Continue The story must be retold
That penis A legend in its own right No dreaming Screaming its name out at night
Run, straight from the chode Get what you're owed Spunk out my load Release!
It's the time for a reign of terror All the juices are flowing Just cause of the massacre It's what I do and I do it well
Spinal fluid in a cup or two Priapism for the fuck of you Every time that I spunk my load A piece of me goes into you
Fuck you You have no soul Cream, pied Open casket priapism is a haunting sightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
