The whole thing was Faustian

A baby with the devil, I had Couvade syndrome

Maroon skin grown, my own spawn's a sin gnome

Hell's been home, drank soup that's never been cold

The month has no 32 like a MAC-11 do

"Good in the sack" proved very true

Slept through untouched man, a Mary Sue

Negligence, rushing to marry groom

The mail-order bride boom

Enough proof that most love is to use you

Wake up you crap boastive rude dude

And discuss what grew your most chewed food

You're better off coming off, whatever I won't repeat that

You're better to keep that, your mother, your brother, another can see that

I'm bringing the beat back

The hellish of grooves and I'm hoping you peep that

Stick to what's cherished to you not what's cherished in groups, like this here trick or treat rap

Struck by succubus, I was fully aware

She got Subutex to replace the heron in here

Grande horizontale, I knew she was gone, well

When to get high as hell she started pawning off her moll tail

She's on the corner, then he saw her, then he bought her off

The Ben Wa balls, anal beads, passed on Mardi Gras

Hairy frotter and his half chubbed dick

Scary father type with a chamber of secrets

Blamed on the cheap dish, aimless and meatless

Claimed this the weakness that paved her to beat this

Gonk, kerb crawler, muttonmonger john upon her

Strong hurting proper punch plunged upon the goner

Fled the scene with some partial coverage like a brownout

Bed was clean but the marshal hovering with the foul mouth

Seething when they see thee, easy dreaming seizing, you deceiving

Evil thing for feeding, thee believing, all you fiends misleading

Honest to gosh you're vicious, always on a mission

On and on officious

They're coming they're running they're gunning they're wanting

Their something something, something's bugging them

Humpty Dumpty's done again, bumped his shell and dumped what's in

All the king's horses, all the king's men