Gruesome morbid tale - p**y, red and pale
Dripping blood down your leg
Someone says she's got a mother-f**ing clot
Blistering, festering, ever-growing red spot
Eyes are shut, legs are spread
Roll her over so I just might get a chance
Here a queef, can't believe
Menstrual flowings through your pants
Pick scabs, shave hair, hold nose
And dive right into the stuff
Cut it, stitch it, f** it, cut it
Blood and rough
Something must be dead
Zoo-like odors abound
Making Mommie's couch brown
Orifice I must kiss
sh**-stained box I must f**
Drooping lips and my piss
Left a stain I cannot clean