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