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Cock, hard

As we start,

The strangest sight to behold

Cadavers,

Cold flesh and rock solid boab

A penis,

You've only seen in nightmares

So solid,

Old folk and children it scares

Running around, from the cock of your dreams

Fleshy, veiny, scary

From the coffin into parishioners

Watch them run, fucking scared of the boab

Every step they take, they will be consumed

You can't run, up the bum, check the size of that chode

Pinstripe suit, with a rip in the gooch

He's come for you

He's gone commando no more shame

Huge pants tent

Mortician's fault he is the one to blame

Open box, with a cock on the rocks

It's a phallic pipe

No more trousers, they are gone

Bifkin cone

Mortician's fault he is the one to blame

We, we shall not survive, we will die

We, cannot have a future

Flame grilled, served up for your dinner

Cunt filled, fucked 'till dead, no more tread

Spunk spilled, creamy jizz on your tits

You're now infested

Filth...

Feces, now you see, smothered on your face

Milky spunk, in your ears, you can't hear a thing

Framing up the entry, it's your turn, feel the burn

You'll have to wait there's a queue to see the pussy too

Cunt.

It has cum

Upon me

I have no fear

I will take it

You cunt

As we end

There's nothing left to unfold

Continue

The story must be retold

That penis

A legend in its own right

No dreaming

Screaming its name out at night

Open, box, with, cock, inside, it

You, have, witnessed, something, frightening

Run, straight from the chode

Get what you're owed

Spunk out my load

Release!

It's the time for a reign of terror

All the juices are flowing

Just cause of the massacre

It's what I do and I do it well

Spinal fluid in a cup or two

Priapism for the fuck of you

Every time that I spunk my load

A piece of me goes into you

Fuck you

You have no soul

Cream, pied

Open casket priapism is a haunting sight