Hey I got this funny feeling Stirring deep down in my balls I'm gonna stand in fuckin' crowds And rub myself against you all My stiffies rubbin', shuntin
I love necrophilia Slice the rotten flesh Suck on the entrails The sweet scent of death Ripping back the meat And fucking whats within You shit as I fuck
kill 13 Stopping earthquakes was his dream Voices told Herb 13 must be killed He did his best That the orders were fulfilled Splattered with their blood
Old George Karl Grossman He made money from his ham He chopped up some sluts Then disposed of his guts Old George the butcher man Sliced up cunt Tits
Open the wound And peel back the skin Stench of rotten cunt meat Put your cock in The hole is rotten Your meat is getting sore Along with the dead slut
Anal penetration Shincter muscle split Tender shredded rectum Makes it hard to sit The tissue from your buttocks Ripped from the bone Shit oozes from
Open wound, fist fuck Lance the eye, of the cock Egg beater shoved, in your gash On you ass, I will lash Forced into a vat of boiling acid Now you ain
Dance for me bitch For you will surely die What is the point of screaming No one can hear you cry You'r trapped in my hell And you will do as I say the
Up the date And up the cunt With my fingers I will hunt Score you holes Touch the sides And grip the skin That divides The thumb in the ring Middle finger
The bleeding bitch returns She's back for revenge To soak us in her blood The terror never ends Rancid from her date Tampon up her butt My tongue will
Got you in my sight I'm a mean bitch Yeah that's right Smash the shit Out of you prick And I'll make sure yoiu die - yeah! Yeah - grrr - yeah - ohh yeah
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Albert was a man Took kids by the hand He had too much fun He touched their little bums He lit fires up his ass Made him cum real fast He tried to
I like dicks I think there great I like bums that carry their weight Dicks Bums The smell of dick is in the air I'd like to splash cum in your hair
It seems that the death of metal is close at hand It gives me a chill unparalleled What the fuck's track suit for??? A millions clones of Korn and Limp