If these ladies knew what turns me on, they'd say go f** yourself Tough luck, they fall for my sweet-talk, now it's too late. No escaping Almost too easy. Can't wait to see her eyes. Now she's wasted on my couch No need for chloroform this time. Come to the bedroom. Strapped down willingly Before she knows what she's about to receive, I pull down my pants She notices something's missing. Deep throat the stump
Down to your lungs. Deep throat the stump. Or I'll make you one of your own Sphincter tearing as I ravage, mercilessly pounding down As my knee enters your colon, half-digested meals are spilled Wake you up with butyl-nitrite. It will help enhance your panic As you scream in pain and terror, you notice what the f**'s wrong with me Acrotomophiliac