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