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Meat Carcass Evaluation
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I'm so fuckin’ horny circling in the for the kill
I’m a duffel bomb wired up propane off the grill
My throat is roadkill burger raw
In the season of the Benadryl
You don’t have to fuck me
Cuz you know that I will
On Tuesday I look into your soulful little eyes
On Thursday Im pokin’ around your gutted insides
I’m talkin’ meat carcass evaluation
I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried
It’s fuckin’ meat carcass evaluation
I couldn’t fit this dick in if I tried
Im beatin’ meat carcass evaluation
I couldn’t fuck this shit up if I tried
Im suckin’ meat carcass evaluation
I couldn’t fit this fist in if I tried
And how I try, and I try, and try
I gave you food and dick and water and salt
The Lord giveth and she taketh and she fucketh us all
Ass to mouth, in and out, with your head on a stake
Im serving butt stuffed mushrooms at the butcher today
On Tuesday Im coming in your soulful little eyes
On Thursday Im fuckin’ around with your gutted insides
It’s giving meat carcass evaluation
I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried
It’s fuckin’ meat carcass evaluation
I couldn’t fit this dick in if I tried
Im beatin’ meat carcass evaluation
I couldn’t fuck this shit up if I tried
Im suckin’ meat carcass evaluation
I couldn’t fit this fist in if I tried
And how I try, and I try, and try
This dick
Won’t fit
This fuckin dick won’t fuckin fit
This fist
Won’t fit
This fuckin’ fist won’t fuckin’ fit
This fuckin’ dick
Won’t fuckin’ fit
This fuckin dick won’t fuckin fit
Shittin’ on it, stickin’ it in
This fuckin’ fist
Won’t fuckin’ fit
But believe me, I’ll find a way to make this fuckin’ fist fit in your dick it ain’t shit you little bitch
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I'm so fuckin’ horny circling in the for the kill
I’m a duffel bomb wired up propane off the grill
My throat is roadkill burger raw
In the season of the Benadryl
You don’t have to fuck me
Cuz you know that I will
On Tuesday I look into your soulful little eyes
On Thursday Im pokin’ around your gutted insides
I’m talkin’ meat carcass evaluation
I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried
It’s fuckin’ meat carcass evaluation
I couldn’t fit this dick in if I tried
Im beatin’ meat carcass evaluation
I couldn’t fuck this shit up if I tried
Im suckin’ meat carcass evaluation
I couldn’t fit this fist in if I tried
And how I try, and I try, and try
I gave you food and dick and water and salt
The Lord giveth and she taketh and she fucketh us all
Ass to mouth, in and out, with your head on a stake
Im serving butt stuffed mushrooms at the butcher today
On Tuesday Im coming in your soulful little eyes
On Thursday Im fuckin’ around with your gutted insides
It’s giving meat carcass evaluation
I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried
It’s fuckin’ meat carcass evaluation
I couldn’t fit this dick in if I tried
Im beatin’ meat carcass evaluation
I couldn’t fuck this shit up if I tried
Im suckin’ meat carcass evaluation
I couldn’t fit this fist in if I tried
And how I try, and I try, and try
This dick
Won’t fit
This fuckin dick won’t fuckin fit
This fist
Won’t fit
This fuckin’ fist won’t fuckin’ fit
This fuckin’ dick
Won’t fuckin’ fit
This fuckin dick won’t fuckin fit
Shittin’ on it, stickin’ it in
This fuckin’ fist
Won’t fuckin’ fit
But believe me, I’ll find a way to make this fuckin’ fist fit in your dick it ain’t shit you little bitch
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