[Words: Phil Holland]
[Music: Prophecy]
Spread your legs far and wide, stick my tongue way deep inside lick
your p**y all around, feel you wiggle on the ground.
Slowly I tongue-f** your hole,
taste your juices as they flow back and forth I lick your clit,
eatin' p**y is the sh**.
Feel your furry, hot wet hole lick your p**y, even more!
Bend you over on the floor, f** you like a nasty who*e smell
your nasty vaginal stench, make you scream and beg for more.
Bite your lips and make them swell,
juices gushing like a well lick and s** your furry snatch,
when I eat p**y there is no match.
Feel your furry, hot wet hole
Lick your p**y, even more!
Ooor, soon you start to cry... now it's time to die!!
[SOLO (Braxton)]
Something overtakes my soul and I want to cut you up with a spoon,
knife, and a fork I disembowel your c*nt.
Pull intestines with my teeth and lick up all the pus
now that you are lifeless I go back to taste your muff.
Spread your legs far and wide,
stick my tongue way deep inside lick your p**y all around,
feel you wiggle on the ground.
Slowly I tongue-f** your hole, taste your juices s
they flow back and forth I lick your clit,
eatin' p**y is the sh** bend you over on the floor,
f** you like a nasty who*e smell your nasty vaginal stench,
make you scream and beg for more.
Bite your lips and make them swell,
juices gushing like a well lick and s** your furry snatch,
when I eat p**y there is no match.
Bleeding, dismembered, torn apart feeling the rage of the beast
that you have scorned.
Feasting on the flesh feasting on the flesh feasting on the flesh.