Trapped, waiting in a line of death Whipped, as you march to the gory mess Insects squirming in the wounds Vomit from the stench, breath the fumes Shrill screech of stone against the blade Sharpened for your member to be flayed Heaping mass of bodies piled high Blood drips from vultures in the sky
Your time has come to lose your dick Pulled tight and sheared, it plops into shit
Drop to your knees, let out a pitiful shriek With a flash of the blade, you have become a castrated freak
Dog sniffs your severed dick, eats it as you're bleeding out Laughter fills the air, your balls are stomped into the ground You'll become just another corpse missing genitals Kicked into a mass grave, the maggots will be plentifulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
