I now pronounced you manhandled.
She had on moleskin drifters, Motel 6 sunshades
A stripper pole wind bringer, sifting through cum stains
Mafioso Montenegro, midget feuds, mud-faced
Caesar’s Palace, deep with talent, boarding school couldn’t keep her out of it
Kipling shoes, front-laced, kitchen brewed cunt cakes
How delicious the tongue tastes must’ve been a sensual upgrade
Got head in a Hyundai, now I’m headed for Slump Straits
In debt cause of drug raids, a fucking professional muckrake
I guess it’s what lust makes us do, find a necro, lick a corpse & dive
Organs, eyes, porch lit by an orb of imported Thais, the waters rise
A morbid vibe arises since the mortgage’s high;
Porky Porshia Porpoise Thighs parks inside with her legs perpendicular
Latex, purp and dick in her allows him to siphon the gorgeous vibes
Sexual perversion currently considered psychologically normalized
They’re spiking arteries borderline, bathtub reading Michael Connely
Ignite the tonsils, ream the novel speech with hymen sorcery
Feel the stripes of gonorrhea on your fingers like Persian hide
Though she prefers to grind, the burnin’s fine in typhus hostelry
Cabin in the woods, stabbin’ in her goods, quite the mockery
Love triangle, Bermutating the ocean waves with white isosceles
She passed the wine & dropped to knees, he got aggressive
A large erection lodged in empress, condom left in apartment seven
Contraceptives and dawn’s depression, Jetson marathons & wet skin
Adults swim in pools of drool, keep ya chin up girl
Chug the syrup girl, looking like you were a pin up girl
The sickest world takes Christian girls and turns them to sluts
German women blush because there’s sperm in their butts
Murder She Drudged, 1-800-PURCHASE-A-VIRGIN-TO-FUCK
Earth is a learning excursion where burdens of trust turn into dust
Peace is a three headed angelic beast; introducing Cerberus Doves
I think we’ve heard of enough,
The whore of Babylon was no more than a projection;
She’s over the hill - a corporate morbid insurrection
Of jack and jill, or jacking off in Jill’s direction
The snatch is dead, worn her out, the coroners slap her senseless
Watch her tumble off the bed into the pornographic section
