Beating Her to a Pulp Lyrics


She violated my very existence the day she was born

She was marked for scorn

Beating her skull in enlightens pleasure

Face down on the bed I hammer till your dead

you gargle on your blood

choking till you succumb at the sight it makes me cum

tying up your hands bashing in your skull

mucus draining puss now leaking beating in your skull

left to rot you begin to stumble unconscious yet confused

mucus draining puss now leaking beating in your skull

left to rot you begin to tremble till you leave this earth