Here I am, floating in your septic tank Floating with the Five 'o Clock bottles that I drank I brought a snorkel, over time I learned I need goggles on so my eyes don't burn
The human waste absorbs into my face Aroused and not amazed, better than getting laid
I take breaks from breathing to chew on chunks of feces If I wasn't used to it, I'd probably projectile vomit
I sit and bask, I'm so relaxed Diving in a coral reef of feces
Filth creeps up through my back door Tear my asshole open to make room for more I shit second-hand shit I swallow it, because I'm its whore Head half-under filth, it creeps up through my nose Wearing no clothes, up through my peehole it goes
A burning erection, squeezing my dick A coiled turd grazes over my lips Stroking my cock, as hard as it gets See a tampon, so I swim after it Hoping that no one joins me in here It's my treasure, too selfish to share
The plumbing burps and starts to rumble I have to rush to the front of the hole As it floods me and cums on my face I can't help to ejaculate
Using a used condom as a swimming cap Like Michael Phelps, I start swimming laps
I exercise to keep in shape When I'm not daydreaming of rape My energy fades, in excrement, I wade More vodka I chase, with stale human wasteTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
