Open Casket Priapism
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 out 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
Morticians 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
Morticians 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 filled, 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 a queue to see the pussy too
Cunt
It had 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 it's own right
No dreaming
Screaming it's 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 in 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
Everytime 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
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 out 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
Morticians 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
Morticians 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 filled, 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 a queue to see the pussy too
Cunt
It had 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 it's own right
No dreaming
Screaming it's 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 in 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
Everytime 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
Credits
Writer(s): Allan Macdonald, Paul Mcguire, Kyle Rutherford, Simone Pluijmers
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